In yet another timely reminder that information alone does not produce behaviour change – Exhibit A – myself.  The unspoken beauty of living in the Byron shire is that when any festivals come to town so too does the flu & to the entire community, whether you attended it or not. And it’s reliably never a middle of the road virus, with its bacterial back-up band, but something that wandered in from the set of Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome (my personal fave in the series).  But I had already forgotten the Easter Bluesfest and mistakenly thought it a grand idea to get out and about for a boogie amongst all kinds of festival-folk!

When I got the first little clues I responded from an informed ‘information-centric’ place
And all my training, my knowledge, my years of clinical experience, took the shape of supplements and potions and teas and lotions
I threw absolutely everything at it

…except rest. 

I couldn’t stop I had delivery deadlines, I told myself and my team. “I’ll just push through these presentations,” I croaked. Increasingly aware I had definitely undone the efforts of my own immune system and that this was madness, I told myself, ‘I’ll rest just as soon as I can’. Then two days of complete collapse. Rest repair recovery. I wake up on the other side and know absolutely that order has been restored. I’ve finally given my immunity and this recovery process what nothing in a bottle ever could: Convalescence. I want to sing it from the rafters! I am in first year naturopathy all over again, enlightened, inspired, evangelical even (I know we were annoying). 

And I feel amazing 🌟
The sun has come out again 🌈
Both metaphorically mentally but literally too
and there’s this light lovely breeze, perfect for airing rooms and doing washing, lots of it, and brush-cutting and…

I kid you not…I have learned nothing…🤐

When will I ever transfer the incredible therapeutic value of convalescence into my long-term memory?!🙄 Anyone else?

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