I know some people enjoy ill health, I am not one of them.

I do not quietly, with grace and a tissue, accept my fate. I complain, holler, whine and make those around me as miserable as I am. Does admitting this excuse my actions? No. But, saying it out loud, gives me perspective, and I am able to think of those in the world with real health problems, and I sally forth.

See, even though I know this too shall pass, I really am one of those silly people who, when I feel bad think this is how I will feel forever and ever again. I fear I will never laugh again, or move my body in a strong and pain free way ever again. My nose will always be sore and runny, and this cough, this damn cough… well, pity the people around me.

Do I exaggerate? Ask Ken.

I am not one of those people who think, “What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.” I am one of those people who just wants to feel better and will take to my bed until I do.

My lower lip has been sticking out really far for several days now, and even though this post is just one big complaint – I am making progress. Actually I’m about done with this nonsense and I’m ready to move on.

This photo, taken during a break from the workshop I taught in Western Massachusetts, is posted to inspire and remind me that feeling good and being healthy is a treasure.

Here’s to bouncing back!