About a year ago I published my first post. I don’t remember the exact day – lately my memory, among other things, is not what it used to be – but I know it was right before my birthday. Well, that day is upon us once again.
About seven billion of them!
As you can tell I am not talking about actual snowflakes. Not about those glossy white, frozen raindrops that fall down from the sky in some parts of the world and carpet the ground with snow. What I am talking about is the uniqueness of each individual on the planet.
Right after midnight my social media feeds were flooded with wishes for a happy 2017, and inspirational messages comparing this New Year with a blank book with 365 pages, and urging us to write our story. Well, flooded may be a bit of an exaggeration. There were definitely quite a few of these messages.
With 2017 now just hours away, one invariably reflects of the past year. Things that happened in their lives, things that happened around the globe, things they would have loved to do or planned to do but didn’t, things that could have been done differently.
Over the past month and a half, with the exception of last Monday, I had not posted anything. Nada. And while I have a tonne of explanations to offer for why that happened, I know that for most people those would just sound like an excuse to being lazy.
There is a saying that goes a bit like “when nothing goes right, go left.” Over the past nine and a half years, it seems all I had been doing was going left. In my personal life, in my professional life, and especially when it comes to health. I have been through half a dozen different treatment options, and while some were more successful than others (I was surprised to see that the alternative treatments worked better than traditional medicine), there was always a drawback, some side-effect, something making me a bit unwilling to trade a “normal” life for my new normal.
I followed my advice. I put my notebook to good use and started jotting down my thoughts. So I can turn them into blog posts. And it made me feel good. About me, about what I do, about what I can do. Which to be honest is not an easy thing to do – at least some of the time. Not because of my MS, but… No, wait! It is because of the MS (for the most part at least).