Stepping through the fog

So this week has been strange, and I've been told this is to be expected. I'm ok but it feels a bit like I'm floating (despite having put on weight over the last couple of weeks! Boo to that), or like I'm waiting...again... but I'm not really sure what for. I couldn't really tell you what I did on Monday or Tuesday this week, and the high lights of yesterday were that I rearranged some flowers, finally got back to the gym, and managed to have a whole day with blood sugars under 9. Today... well I made it to the gym again (hoping the love of the habit will kick in again very soon!) and... well that's about it really.

Weeks of unstable blood sugars combined with mum's passing have clearly totally zapped all energy from my system.  It feels as if this is my ground zero. More than ever, I realise that life is precious and oh so short. Too short to wait for 'someday'.

While I'll admit that this part is hard, hard in ways that totally exhaust me to even think about at this point, it is a time that will shape me. This experience has put me in a place of immense perspective. While it pained to fall here, I've been gifted strength, pride and confidence in who I am. I've grown. And you know what? That actually excites me.

There will be bumps in this road of mine and a few potholes. There will be hills to climb, perhaps some rivers to cross, most definitely a few intersections and maybe I'll even pull over a couple of times. We're told its the journey not the destination, and I believe this.

Attitude is everything.