Helping present-you by putting on your past-self.
It's cold outside; snowing, even. According to the thermostat on the wall, my spot on the couch is warm... but I am not.
Sometimes I am. Other times, not so much.
I'm wearing a purple, felt beanie inside today. On top of a big, baggy hoodie, I have a fleece vest on, too. It's zipped up almost all the way. I've taken each of them off and put them back on in turn.
My body aches, my joints are stiff, and my throat is sore. I'm not sniffling; yet, somehow, I can't really breathe all that well unless I take the hottest shower I can stand. Even then the relief is only temporary—it dissipates faster than the pink color of my skin before it fades.
I like my purple beanie. It's reversible with a blue and white galactic pattern on the flip-side. Isobel gave it to me not knowing my snowboarder friends started the brand that made it. The hoodie I'm wearing is another swag artifact from my full-time snowboarding days. It's black with a giant white logo. It's comfy as hell, but I only really wear it around the house now.
Even the vest is from an outdoor company I used to work for...
I didn't have to go digging to find this stuff—it was all accessible enough amongst the rest of my clothing. I don't always reach for it, but they're all there when I need them.
When I'm sick, something about my most familiar, comfiest-coziest attire feels like putting on the right kind of armor.
Our Daily MAP Year Prompt
125/365
What's your go-to sick day garb? What chapter of your life is it from?
onward.
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