So, has this ever happened to you? Everything is going really well, and then boom – you get destroyed.
Let me get more specific. I’ve had an astoundingly exciting few weeks. All good things, some dreams come true. I’m sailing along, working hard, high as a kite. The reality of that last sentence looked like this: rarely sleeping and working about 80 hrs/week.
And then, out of nowhere, a kidney stone. Sidelined, stopped in my tracks, immobilized, useless.
The question looms big: is this some form of self-sabotage? or is it self-care?
Did my subconscious freak out and say, ‘Are you kidding? You can’t get all that you’ve ever dreamed! You don’t deserve that! Who do you think you are?’ And then throw the kidney stone right down the center of the lane, a perfect strike? Wedged somewhere between hell and, well, hell?
Did my subconscious take a deep maternal breath and say, ‘Here we go everyone, preparing for lift off, let’s just slide her a little stone here so we can get her to rest and relax before the big launch.’
My father is going to argue (he’s a lawyer) none of the above. He’s going to take the pragmatic route, “When your number’s up, your number’s up” or tell me this is another example of his beloved reversal theory (in this case, just when things are going really good, something bad happens).
I’m going with ‘self-care’ because: 1. It was a very mild kidney stone as far as kidney stones go. 2. I enjoyed all of the naps I’ve taken over the last 3 days. 3. Life feels a lot better when I imagine my subconscious is rooting for me 100% percent.
So, here I sit, almost back to normal (whatever ‘normal’ was) and wondering what you think. Has this happened to you? What’s your take on it? Feel free to tell me that I’m thinking waaayyyy too much…I’ll gladly blame that on the morphine.
p.s. I was going to put a picture of a kidney stone in this post, but they were so hideous, I just couldn’t do that to us.