A Sudden Attack of Holiday-itis!

This time of year is always frantic—not just at work but at home too. Since my husband and I are leaving for England in just over a week, there is a lot of holiday shopping to finish, cards to write and mail out plus—a ton of book stuff to do in preparation for the launch of Thieves! in early January.

Last night I arrived home far more tired than usual. By nine 'o clock I had developed a cough and a blinding headache. During the night, my throat felt as if it were full of knives and my headache had become unbearable. There was no question of being able to stagger into work. I spent ALL day asleep—a luxury unheard of and true, I do feel much better this evening.

On delving into Louise Hay's book "You Can Heal Your Life" I later read with some amusement that headaches and migraines are often caused by "resisting the flow of life" and a "dislike of being driven." Sore throats are all about "swallowed anger" or the "inability to speak up for oneself."

Sometimes I try so hard to keep up with my silly self-imposed schedules that I forget to stop and smell the roses. I don't go with the flow and feel as if I am always swimming against the tide. Today, I stepped off my treadmill that seems to be always going full speed ahead.

Every day my husband writes a list of five things he's grateful for. I hadn't written one for a very long time but today, thanks to my headache, I did just that.

The holidays are supposed to be a time of gratitude and joy. Does it really matter if I don't finish my filing?