Things I contemplate and ponder about over a cup of tea
For my own sanity it had to be done, but once I decided to take a break is wasn’t hard at all!
I had been looking immensely forward to last weekend: the sun would be shining, my friend and I were going to take a really long ski on Saturday, I was going to run and ski everyday only interrupted by lunch break and more skiing on TV. I was also stoked to try a pair of new skis! Then I got sick (again!) with some kind of cold virus and I had to cancel all training plans and stay inside.
For breakfast I watched the traditional Birkebeinerrennet, which I had not planned on doing anyway, and was suddenly envious of all the people who were able to spend their day in the hard tracks of “Birken”. After breakfast I took a break from the TV and hit the Instagram app on my phone. Time to lighten my mood! Au contraire: My feed was FILLED with #sunshine, #spring #skiing and happy people running, skiing and enjoying the sun. The sunshine was also streaming in from my huge living room window, but with the state that I was in all I wanted was rain and thunder.
I was feeling so sorry for myself that I couldn’t even be happy that my insta-friends were having amazing weekends. This does not happen often, but I just hate it when tings don’t go according to plan! I had to snap out of this uncharacteristic bad mood and decided to not go on Instagram for at least a couple of hours and catch up on some reading.
This whole scenario is a bagatelle. Being bummed because you have a silly little virus, that you in time will recover just fine form, and don’t get to train that weekend is such a small and fleeting thing in the grand scope of all things. I am writing this because this is the first time social media made me feel bad. The way it made me feel bad though, had me realizing that I seem to have my head screwed on right. It wasn’t the abnormally skinny teens with photoshopped waistlines, the rock hard abs, the bouncy behinds or the big white smiles that made me feel so bad that I had to take a break from social media. It was the fact that a normal weekend was robbed from me.
Due to time difference I couldn’t call my husband and complain about this to him, but I did have a long talk with my wise mom who gives me both medical and friendly advice. At the end of the phone call she said “I know you feel bad, but count your blessings, Melina”. Again: Perspective. I have many blessings, but I sure do feel blessed that this was the only things bothering me in social media. Perhaps it would be different if I was 17, I don’t know, but my point is: If it something in that world bothers you just unfollow or put it away for a while. It felt so good and after a couple of hours I was ready to go on again and congratulate my friends and clients who skied “Birken” and throw “likes” around in there like confetti on all the happy weekenders.
I am still sick and bummed going on day four in bed. It only seems to get worse for now, but her I am, stacked up against the pillows, counting my blessings. One of them is my dear husband who is about to walk in the front door in a few minutes.
Are you counting your blessings? Feels good, right?