Entering Day 3 of Virulent Illness.
I find, more often than I’d like to admit, that sickness strikes when I most need it.
An imposed hiatus of silence in which the deeper, whispered truths of myself cannot be drowned out by commuter’s road rage or a long list of To Dos.
Even if they were not accompanied by feverish aches and dehydration it is not easy to sit in the haze and hear them.
And it will not be easy to heed their warnings.
But I must try.
Why else was I put on this earth but to live the life I have been granted?
How else can I call my being my own?
Que Sera Sara? 
Day 3 of virulent illness in Milwaukee, too, which, for me, has meant losing my voice. Always an interesting predicament for a teacher 😄
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