What is it about getting older makes us deny our ability to get sick? As my fever began to creep up I heard myself say “I don’t have time to be sick.” Like there is anyone that does? And as if we have a choice? I take care of myself and don’t believe I am under any larger-than-normal amount of stress, but here I am recovering from two days with a fever and a cough that would wake the dead (for those of you that have heard my normal cough, this is MUCH WORSE!). Why does a fever hit so hard after a certain age?

I tried to make meetings and take conference calls – and actually made a few. My apologies to those that had to talk to me or, worse, see me in this condition. Looking back, I should have taken to bed much sooner than I did.

Perhaps getting sick is God’s way of letting us know we have more choices about what we commit to than we think. Life continues on without us. Our kids eat cereal for dinner and live to tell about it. Some meetings get rescheduled and others don’t. The world didn’t end because we didn’t show up. What a liberating thought!