The creative leisure ...

It's true, especially when you get sick and have plans for the weekend, which make me walk around the house looking for ideas in my brain to cope with my during my health breakdown, however, I understand the urgency of the space to create.

"Idleness is the mother of all vices,” I was told from the earliest childhood, so I grew up with a real aversion to “doing nothing.” Charge as an aversion in the body. An essential annoyance. Immobility, like ignominy, causes me discomfort.

I accept medical rest...

In these two days of the weekend I have been stuck at home, and in order to justify my medical rest with myself I have found myself reading again. I had abandoned it a little for Netflix, and I confess that it has been fascinating. I am appeased by the intimacy of myself alone with the pages. The absolute silence. The pace that I decide. To get the position for the weight of the book. It's me with me. The story that gets inside me. The characters who tell me their scripts, to me alone.

I have learned to get kindness in every moment that touches me. A few years ago these days would have been torture. The scaffold. The ordeal. The prison. But the wisdom of age comes, so not everything in old age sucks.

You are also developing sophisticated strategies to protect yourself. I haven't taken off my mouth-covering pussy even to sleep. I hate him. That suffocates me. That I don't see. That fogs up my glasses... but at this moment of my existence I throw myself on my bloody knees on the floor and offer 42 ways of the Cross to the saints at my table because I can cover my old age with the little piece of anti-flu paper.

I just don't even want to see myself. Such a roadrunner that I am, and the evil flu came to give me and nothing, prisoner in my house, with crickets and praying that this pod passes quickly, and I can leave my house, but thanks to life sometimes you have to stop to assess things, I just have to recover soon and continue fulfilling my medical rest to the letter.

Time to love me, find me and enhance the creativity that is a lot! I will get out of this moment very soon. I accept rest, self-care, and I am still in Venezuela and eternally grateful to my husband and close friends for helping and taking care of me.

And meanwhile, I cry when I write this post, I tell you that I'm going to design the most useful, didactic and beautiful campaign that can come out of my neurons to promote self-care during the flu, at home.

The photo was taken by my husband. It's hilarious. I know I take it to him, I teach him, I frame it, and then he takes it, not without first giving an opinion about the framing. The blanket is a quilt that my friend made for me to feel better in my recovery.

Janitze 😷🤧