I had been stressing for nearly a month.
It was my own fault. I brought it upon myself, so I couldn't really complain, I could just stress.
In my church, I am on the activities committee, which means we get together and plan an activity for the women once a month. In our meeting last month, I kept having these great ideas for lessons, but unfortunately, I was the only one who knew what I was talking about, and inadvertently volunteered myself to teach.
Bringing the Scriptures to Life was my topic.
I had really fun ways to do it, only I hadn't taught them since my mission.
And then it was to 3-4 people at a time.
Generally under the age of 12.
Not to a large group of women, ages 18+.
Sigh.
And so, I developed a lovely cold on Monday. And it seemed to get worse as the days went by.
I neglected a lot of my duties, preparing for my lesson. Happily the weather was yucky those last few days so I wasn't tempted to go outside.
Yesterday I presented it. As per usual, I was nervous up until it was time to present, and then I just got talking, and seeing as how I can talk a hind leg off a mule, I was right in my element. Never mind I got a lot of blank stares. Never mind I was happily playing with playdough and army men in front of my peers. I was doing what I love. Talking and playing.
And then it was over.
And I woke up today, my sore throat is receding, I almost sound normal again. My nose isn't running nearly as bad as it was before.
I have never gotten stress induced sick until this week.
Weird is all I have to say.
And now I am going to go enjoy this gorgeous weather (supposed to get up to 74*!) with my neglected children.
