I may have gotten sick because there is a bug going around, but I plan to get better. As a strong believer in mind over matter and the placebo effect, I tend to often try phycological methods to correct my ailments…
I talk to myself.

As I sit here in hot pursuit of my future and dreams, I find myself ill. I have been attacked by a swarm of mangy little viruses that have somehow convinced my body to feel pain, vertigo, heated breaths, and tired eyes. It is nearly inconceivable, the idea, that a microscopic colony of know-it-alls kicked down my door and raided my villages. How did I let my guard down? I should try to work on making sure THAT does not happen again. But I digress, as this virus has made me feel incapable of performing my daily tasks and duties, I must pull together my troops and head out to battle.

I will not let the virus win! It is just a cold, I’ll get better.
Through tired eyes and a blanket of brain-fog as thick as molasses, I face my intruders head on. I have very important things to do, after all, and will not let them slow me down any longer. I am here to tell them that, no matter what I am going through, I matter. What I have planned, matters. What I have dreamt about happening, matters. And no matter how cloudy the skies get, I am still a good person with good intentions and will grab each moment by the hand and say, “Come along with me.”

So, for you, little mangy virus, be gone. You will not get what you are looking for, here. It is best you pack your things and leave my home. I am on to thinking about other important things, and proving to myself exactly how strong I am by getting up off my ass and being active, despite whatever is trying to bring me down.

Good riddance, mangy virus. I will not dwell on you any longer.

Amanda Jackson

The Metaphorical –
Technically creative, but in reality, completely factual