Counting my Blessings!

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It isn't easy  always, to feel grateful for all we have in our lives, especially when our days are filled by a chronic health condition and one that is rarely believed or understood.
As a child, I learned to be grateful for the days when I didn't make my mum angry - it was hard enough on the days when she wasn't! She was a formidable woman and didn't necessarily like her children, or at least that's what she told me, but she had more of a problem with me, even though I was quite a shy, timid child. . I know she would have preferred to have all boys, but it's the girls who helped in the house, saved pocket money, and did the shopping!  The boys - well, they were boys :-)
anyway, I'm taking a U-turn again - is that the Fog?
That 'lesson' of learning to be grateful has carried me through a lot of dark times. I loved nature and felt at home when I was out walking, talking to the frogs and newts, or collecting insects, so that I could observe their behaviour. I made notes and then released them to go on their way.
I don't remember Christmas, or toys, or laughter, or cuddles, but I do remember my grandparents and my aunts and uncles and our pets, of which we always had many and varied.
All these small things I became very grateful for - I don't think I would be here now, or the person I am, if not for those 'small' things.
I'd like to begin by describing a typical day, but my days are rarely typical!!
Every day is an effort, as anyone with Fibro knows and understands - the feeling of exhaustion is overwhelming and if we want to make anything of the day, we have to push ourselves. When I get out of bed in the morning and draw back the curtains, that is an achievement and everything I manage to do after that, is another achievement and I am proud of me for getting through each day, however hard. And I try to do everything with a smile on my face, even if I don't feel like smiling and I think it helps me to be grateful - I can choose to smile or to frown and smiling feels much better for me. It doesn't mean that I don't feel the pain, or the exhaustion, or the confusion, or the itching, or the soreness of my skin, it just means that I choose to smile because I can. I don't want Fibromyalgia or IBS, to take that away from me.
Keep smiling if you can :-)
Namaste


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