I wake up feeling punk. Head is heavy, full of gunk. (Mucus is gathering to fight off the invading virus.) Eyes are fuzzy. Throat is raw; don’t want to talk. Just want to crawl under the covers and stay asleep. Everyone leave me alone! Everything is too hard. I get a list in my swollen, gunk-filled head of all the things I MUST do. I have no energy. I can’t do it. I feel miserable.
I wake up feeling punk. Head is heavy, full of gunk. (Egocentric karmic conditioning/self-hate has been at me all night.) I can’t see clearly. I’m lost in a conversation in my head I can’t say anything about. I just want to crawl under the covers and go back to sleep. Everyone leave me alone! Everything is too hard. I get a list in my beleaguered, crapola-filled head of all the things I MUST do. I have no energy. I can’t do it. I feel miserable.
Now, being the world’s foremost proponent of The Huber Cure, in the first scenario I take a hot bath or shower, put on my watch cap, get out my heating pad, climb back into bed and sweat those germs out of business.
In the second, lucky us, we have an equally effective cure for conditioning: recording and listening. I reach over, pick up my recorder, open the file of my morning recording, and by the time I get through the second verse of “Life is Grand” (to the tune of Frère Jacques), egocentric karmic conditioning/self-hate is banished and a glorious new day is ahead for the enjoying.
In gassho,
Cheri