This has been my worse week–on top of a tough month–on top of a challenging year, since I was diagnosed with fibro. My pain is the worst it’s been. My sleep is uneven. My mind is muddy. And my emotional state is fragile.
Fibromyalgia does as it will. It comes uninvited, takes up residence in your body. It pollutes your mind and emotions. If you let it, it’ll eat you alive. When it’s bored it, it passes the time by torturing you.
And it’s reality for as long as it chooses to stay.
This morning, a person who seems to have every possible malady posted on Twitter that her life requires resilience and willpower, and fortunately she’s always had plenty of willpower. My response was that I’m doubting my resilience, but I guess that goes with the gig.
I’m not looking forward to today. I’m hurting and tired. My mind is foggy and my emotions are rickety. But today isn’t optional. It’s there and I have to live it.
Self-indulgence today serves no one. And the fact is, my emotions serve me; I am not their servant. My doubts and worries and anger over this bullshit condition are real. And they’re valid. But they’re getting in the way.
I have a job to do. I like my job. I’ve worked hard to gain the responsibilities I have, and I’m really good at carrying them out. I may reach a point today where I have to take a break–and that’s okay. But I believe in what I’m doing and I owe it to myself to find a way to bring as close to my A game as I can imagine.
It’s okay to doubt. It’s okay to worry. It’s okay to lose your shit now and again. But you have to find something to grab hold of, a bigger cause that’s worthy of the difficulties you have to traverse. Greatness is realized in the face of difficulty and my current difficulties allow me the opportunity to be great.
No one else my recognize it–and maybe that’s better. Doing your best when the chips are down isn’t about other people. It’s about making and keeping a commitment to yourself to always do your best. To strive for maximum effort, even when that effort is constrained. And to use your struggle as way to soften your heart and understand the struggles of others, rather than becoming rigid and isolated.
In this world, you will know troubles. In those troubles, you can choose to let them make you bitter and resentful. Or you can do your best, accept you’ll fall short sometimes, and still live the best possible life.
It’s hard and numbing. It sucks. It’s unfair.
But it’s the reality I’m dealt. What I choose to do with that reality is up to me.