Actually, this week I can’t help but be in the moment; maybe a little too in the moment. I’ve been sick, and I’ve been humbled. While there is a medical reason for why humans feel sad when we’re sick, I think we all chalk it up to “just not feeling good.” Time that is usually spent peering into the future with anxiety-tinted glasses is now spent in the very real, very miserable present. You start to wonder if this is your new normal? Will you feel this shitty forever? Nothing else even matters if that’s the case. Your crusty eyes crack open as your tongue searches for anything resembling moisture, taking a breath in for that first hacking cough of the day. Your body aches, the brain fog has settled in, the constant tickle threatening a wave of unyielding sneezes. Groceries? Who needs them. Bills? Whatever. Bed? Yes please, all day. Choking down what they call cold medicine, your options are liquid cherry or 2 horse pills - how swollen are your glands? Your head feels massive, blown up, throbbing from the pressure, even your fingers and toes feel swollen. The simplest of tasks is a new feat for your weak little body, and the realization is devastating. If you’re lucky you have someone who desperately wants to help. Just keeps asking what they can do, knowing the answer is nothing. So deep in feeling like shit you can’t even tell them what you want or need. They hold you close and brush your hair and tell you it’s going to be okay. Soon enough you’ll be taking the present for granted and overthinking the future again.