I’m sick in bed. Maybe I’m weird, but I like being sick. I like the solitude. I like staying in my pyjamas. I like not having to brush my teeth. I like having the excuse to go on a cookie diet (I did that today and am now experiencing that giddy sugar high)
But more importantly, I like being sick because it’s when I have the time to just lay there and think about stuff and objectively (at least I try!) evaluate myself. I’ve done a lot of that today and I can (objectively!) say that I’m not as much of a non-compromising prima donna as I used to be 10 years ago.
At the risk of sounding contradictorily egotistical, I can say that I’m proud of myself!