Up until now I had been focussing so much on a goal: to get home. I got home on Friday afternoon, and then of course it was the weekend, my first weekend at home in a month, and although I wasn’t able to do a huge amount I still got around and enjoyed my time. I relaxed, saw friends, did a few things around the house. All in all it was great. A huge sense of normality after hospital then recovery with my grandparents. However I hadn’t really thought much about what was to happen beyond getting home. And what I really hadn’t expected was this morning.
It’s now 6:30, Monday morning. I’m wide awake. More than that: I’ve been out of bed for 15 minutes and have my first cup of tea next to me as I write this. Being home my body clock seems to have jumped back to normal. I’m up and my sense of routine has bypassed the last month and its ready to go to work. Only for me: there is no work. None at all until I am fully recovered; almost all of my work before this has been physical work, a definite no-go after major bowel surgery and all of the stuff thats happened since. I suspect even a desk job would be out of the question this close.
I don’t think I could have planned from here on any differently. My body clock has a very loud alarm on it, and once that goes off I’m stuffed. It’s just typical that the familiar surroundings of my place, my own bed etc and knowing its Monday morning has jolted me back into waking early and having the unavoidable need to get out of bed and do stuff. All I need to do is find things I can do to keep me busy and occupied. Its fortunate for me that I have started my Forever Living business; something I can work on in my own time in my own home. I can see that getting a fair bit of attention in the coming weeks!