reflections on being sick

in the past few days...I've had the great fortune of filling a couple of garbage bags with "wontons"(NOT the delicious kind).
I was really mad at myself for getting sick, especially since I had so much to do. For the first time, I actually worked myself to my physical limit...on Tuesday afternoon, after finishing what felt like a flood of calls (was putting together Father's day prize packages)...I had to tell my producer: "I NEED to go home. I think I might keel over."

This time in June is always a reflective time too. It's the time of year where I force myself to look at where I am and how I've grown...and whether I have been cautious of God's whispers. During these few days of contemplation, I have made one semi-large realization: I'm much less afraid.

I know that sounds like a silly thing to say - and you're probably thinking: what the heck does she mean? I'm naturally introverted and I'm not particularly comfortable with being conversational and being...for a lack of a better word...pushy. Let's just say I'd rather be stepped on than to step.

However, this whole...being the part of a large media corporation...has forced me out of my comfortable bubble. It's taught me that...sometimes, you just gotta pursue what you know is a good story...and yes, that can often consist of me stepping out of my usual "not liking people" comfort zone. And you know what? It's been good. It's actually teaching me to be a more relational person...and it's also building my confidence. Sometimes, you just gotta know that you have the ability to tell a good story...and you just have to follow your heart.

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Oh crap. I don't remember why I told you about me being sick. I think it probably has to do with how being sick has actually forced me to be more reflective these days...so perhaps all those "wontons" in the garbage bin are a gift from God after all :)