Here’s the thing.
stubborn Capricorn ambitious millennial, I tend to take a lot of pride in my ability to achieve. I am what I can accomplish, and I never strive for anything less than 100%. It’s not easy to admit it, but in many instances I feel my successes have defined me, while my failures are seamlessly concealed or even ignored. Even when things are very clearly heading south, I fly in the face of convention and persist, thinking that if I try hard enough, I can control and orchestrate each and every element of my life.
Which is why when I started to fall sick last week, I decided that I wasn’t having any of it. I prioritised my 6:00 AM workouts, “powered through” hectic days at the office, and refused to turn down any social engagements – all with a side of ginger shots, vitamin C and Echinacea tea, of course. If you’d like to know how well the above approach worked, I think the image of me eating boiled potatoes in bed at 4:00 pm on a Sunday (the start of the work week in this part of the world) should suffice as an answer. Needless to say, I wasn’t doing my body any favours.