We’re almost through the first week of 2016. Here are the headlines in my world: I’ve been sick and el nino brought rain to California. In a nutshell, it has been both a good and rough start. And you know what? I’m completely okay with a mixed bag because that’s life, baby! Life is never all good or bad. It’s a mixture of both, and we get to choose which side of the coin we want to dwell on. I’m choosing to focus on the good. How about you?
Yup. It happened. I caught my annual after-Christmas cold. I was sneezing, blowing my nose, achy and a little bit cranky. 🙂 I had hoped the cold fairy would overlook me this year, due to good behavior, but alas, it was not meant to be. It probably didn’t help that I missed my connecting flight to LAX and spent a sleepless (and cold) night at the Las Vegas airport. The good news? My natural cold remedies definitely made a difference.
It appears that I am very much a creature of habit when it comes to getting ill. I catch a cold at Christmas; it settles into my chest and eventually becomes bronchitis, which requires some antibiotics. I joke with my friends about always toasting the New Year with cough syrup, rather than champagne, but it’s also true, unfortunately. And I’m really, really tired of it, not to mention the expense of trying to find something that makes me feel human again. Last year, I began doing some research and experimentation with natural cold remedies that helped ease my suffering (and red nose) better than fancy store-bought syrups and pills.
Christmas is almost here, which has led to a mini freak-out on my part. I’m behind schedule with my gift-making and unsure how I’m going to squeeze everything into my suitcase. There is one absolute rule I follow when traveling: thou shall not check luggage unless the airline decrees your feline to be carry on luggage. Unlike Emeril, Max does not travel home with me. Max does not do well in his carrier for extended periods, and he would also, well, destroy my family home. Within minutes, he’d take down the tree and morph into Maxzilla and terrorize my Mom’s porcelain Christmas village. We’d get banished to the barn, toot suite.
I decided to change things up a bit today and talk about me, me, me. After all, if you’re reading this, you wanna know more about the person behind the blog, right? I thought so. I wasn’t initially sure the best way to do this without coming across like some vapid reality star, so after some deep thinking (aka talking with my cat, Max), I decided to let Max interview me. He was happy to play along, since he felt it was a bit rude that he wasn’t a part of A Mindful Migration and wanted to introduce himself to y’all anyway. Being the indulgent Cat Mama that I am, I agreed.