Hello and happy Monday World.
I had a pretty special weekend, hanging out with the ladies at the beautiful Snowbird resort. I am not a billionaire just a mom who squeaked out a little moment of time for myself, that was months in the making. Good grief, life is busy.
I finally got a chance to talk to them and process my diagnosis of RA. It was good to talk to them but when I woke up I felt sad, lame, and defeated. But looking back, that is exactly what I needed to do. I have said my piece and now it is time to clean house and MOVE ON.
Later that weekend, I reached out to some running groups on FB (wranglers I’m talking about you!) and found hope and inspiration in others. I had been feeling like RA was a horrible death sentence but as it turns out it doesn’t have to be. This is just the beginning of my life with this illness and I’m figuring things out and that is probably going to be one of the hardest times. I need to take my time and be patient with myself. Figure out which meds work for me and put one foot in front of the other and keep moving. That is the one thing everyone said. Keep moving. I can do that. It may hurt but I can do that. That is going to be my life from time to time and I can do that.
Things are hard. But I can do this.
No one else can do this for me. I can do this.
Each day I do not get out of bed and think, hmmm, today I will be mediocre. No.
Today I will be the best version of myself.
Big things are possible and I can make them happen. Buck up butter cup.