I was knocked-out by the Muhammed Ali's of flues this New Year's Eve. The closer we got to midnight the higher my fever got until the point that I thought I was fire incarnate. I drank water like an elephant, water that then flushed through my body faster than you could say water fall. I managed to empty 10+ bottles within two days just to keep the body temperature below 100 degrees. Not wine but water, my friends!
This New Year's plan was to continue celebrating the holidays in the comfort of our own home. I had made a very festive New Year's menu, bought wine and was looking forward to mixing it up. Most people tend to spend the majority of the last day for last minute tasks. My philosophy is to ignore the last minutes and focus on tasks that are joyful. The midnight between two years shouldn't just be another deadline but a celebration of a great end and an even better new beginning. It's a moment to remember and reflect over the past year's highlights.
Well, life wouldn't be half as fun if all plans came together. So instead of making the dinner of the year I spend the whole day and night in bed sipping soup, drinking water and popping Sudafed - day and night time - like the worst drug addict.
It's in those fever intense and mucus induced moments that your priorities suddenly reshuffles and health becomes #1. Gone are the dreams of expensive wine, faster cars and oriental travels. Well, for now at least!
Merry New Year!
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