Waffle Strong

The Spring Flu and the immeasurable resilience of my best girl.

Hello Beloved Human,

It is indeed a different day that I’m writing to you this week. I landed myself with a case of the spring flu last weekend and it certainly got the best of me. I’d actually never heard of the spring flu but I guess these unprecedented Covid times lead to unprecedented realities. The bug had me sleeping all day Monday and Tuesday as my two best girls took care of me. I was hoping that an essay would pop into my mind by Tuesday evening. But instead of words, a fever of around 103 danced within me that evening and in an attempt to lean into the practices of forgiveness and grace that I always tell you to uphold, I postponed writing until now.

It’s amazing how difficult it is to be kind to myself. I can be kind to anyone I meet and especially those I know. If a friend has the flu, I’ll say “take the whole week off — but of course!” But when I’m in a similar state, somehow that advice seems indulgent — excessive — a lavish extravagance I am not yet worthy of. It’s safe t…