A Note From Bed 🤧

Hoodie, tea, fever, and a lesson

Hey love,

I’m writing this from my bed (yes...literally) in my favorite hoodie because this week has shown up a little differently than I planned.

And by differently, I mean my body apparently looked at my calendar and said, "Cute plans. Anyway..."

I had a pretty full week mapped out. I was supposed to fly over to see my brother for one of my quick flyover haircuts, then drive down to Mexico afterward, which I’m still holding out a little hope for if I perk up enough.

Instead, my body had other ideas.

It started with these sudden chills in my legs and that weird feeling where you know something is coming on before you can quite name what it is. Then the fever shot up, followed by the sore throat, coughing, sweats, and all the other incredibly glamorous things that come with being sick.

So instead of packing, traveling, and following the agenda I had so neatly created for myself, I’ve been alternating between hot tea and ginger ale, eating chicken noodle soup, and living on my favorite chicken biscuit crackers.

Crackers. Not cookies.

Although cookies did eventually enter the chat because I started craving my friend Fer’s homemade chocolate salted caramel cookies. They’re the kind of cookies that live in your memory and suddenly make every other sick-day snack feel wildly insufficient.

Since Fer was unfortunately not standing in my kitchen ready to bake for me, I asked my husband to please spoil me and go get me a Crumbl cookie as the next best thing.

He obliged.

I’m not suggesting this as medical advice, but it did wonders for my spirit.

And honestly, that’s kind of where I am this week.

I wish I had some beautifully crafted story for you that ended with a huge revelation and made all of this sound inspirational and purposeful. But this is also what I want Add Wonder to be. A little peek behind the curtain of where I actually am and what I’m actually looking at in my own life.

Right now, I’m in bed looking at allowance.

I’m noticing how quickly we make our plans and then how much energy we can spend fighting whatever shows up instead.

I can argue with reality like it has a customer service department.

Excuse me, this is NOT what I ordered.

There’s the disappointment about the plans that may have to change, the frustration that my body isn’t cooperating with my timeline, and that temptation to keep asking how quickly I can get back to what I was “supposed” to be doing.

But somewhere in the middle of all of that, I started noticing how much energy the resistance itself was taking.

And what happens if I stop fighting the fact that, today, this is where I am?

What happens when I lower my walls and barriers with my body and allow myself to receive what’s actually showing up instead of immediately trying to change it?

That’s where I can finally get back to a question I love:

What’s right about this that I’m not getting?

That doesn’t mean I suddenly have to be thrilled that I’m sick or convince myself there’s some grand spiritual reason for it.

It simply means I’m no longer spending all of my available energy arguing with the moment I’m already in.

And there’s something so different available from there.

When I stop resisting, I can actually hear my body a little better. I can let plans rearrange without making that mean something has gone wrong, and I can become curious about what else might be possible from here.

Sometimes the thing making an already challenging experience even harder isn’t only what’s happening.

It’s how hard we’re pushing against the fact that it’s happening.

So if your week is not going exactly according to plan either, I’m not going to throw glitter on it and tell you everything happens for a reason.

I’m just going to invite you into a little more allowance with me.

Because I’m starting to wonder what might move faster if we stopped using so much of our energy fighting where we are.

🌟 Your Add Wonder Tools

Here are a few questions I’m playing with from bed this week:

• Where am I fighting what’s showing up instead of receiving what’s actually here?

• What would change if I lowered my walls and barriers with this?

• What’s right about this that I’m not getting?

• If I chose allowance instead of resistance, what might become easier to change?

• What is my body, my life, or this situation asking for that I haven’t been able to hear while I’ve been arguing with it?

Maybe allowance doesn’t always look like some beautifully peaceful, enlightened moment.

Sometimes it looks like your favorite hoodie, a mug of hot tea, chicken soup, and a Crumbl cookie standing in for the chocolate salted caramel one Fer makes.

And maybe that counts too.

Until next time, may your plans rearrange with a little more magic and a lot less drama, and may someone who loves you bring you the closest available cookie to the one you’re actually craving.

With wonder, 💛