I know it sucks to be sick. Yet there’s something about it that makes me glad sometimes. When I am down in my bed, I have no choice but let go of other things, break my routines and just slow down, rest, and enjoy doing nothing. Perhaps sometimes getting sick is a gift because when I have it, I start to think more and care more about my body.

Also interestingly, when I am in bed, I effortlessly become more creative. I listen to music or to silence - and there a story comes out. :-) At other times, I just enjoy listening to my breathing, feeling my heartbeat, hugging my pillow, and thanking my Friend.

Three days ago, I flew back to Singapore. I’m overwhelmed by both the memories I have on my recent trip to the Philippines and the things that I’m supposed to do, to catch on, to sort out, to write, etc. Big decisions to make. Meetings to attend. Business to plan.

My body got so tired and gave in yesterday. Sore throat. Fever. Chills. I hid under my comforter and shivered badly. I started to feel alone and teary. Was comforted by the ’get-well-soon’ wishes from my family and friends. I confess one thing though – I kind of enjoy my fever and chills. I haven’t had them for a long time! Reminded me of those days when I was just a little girl. When I had fever, my parents would boil egg for me, give me a bottle of Royal Tru-Orange, and put me to bed, cover me with a blanket. There’s always something special about that! :-)