Winter, aka The Time I Am Most Likely to Be Down on Myself for the Silliest Things, is upon us. I am less than thrilled. Completely non-plussed. Sometimes utterly discouraged. I've beaten myself up psychologically before. I've tried to pretend things that bother me might go away if I look in the other direction.
I get more anxious about my future than I do my blood sugar levels, and I suppose in a way, that's good. I still feel like a mostly-normal human being, albeit sometimes a flawed and out-of-shape one.
But I'm still holding on. I keep reminding myself to revisit all the good and great things that have happened lately, and luckily, there are a lot of those.
I just need to remember to learn. To move on. To not ignore the things that frighten me because honey, they ain't goin' anywhere. I need to remember to wear my Dexcom all the time [dammit]. To realize that the numbers are very important, but they don't define who I am.
Can we all just take a minute to get all existential/philosophical and appreciate how beautiful and terrifying life can be, and that sometimes just still being here is a major achievement? Can we all just give each other a hug?