And I’m feeling good.
I’ve made it through Day 1 of 2011. Victory, while in serious doubt during the hazy morning hangover hours, is mine! I deserve laurels and a hefty cash prize for such an accomplishment.
Of course, I woke up and MS was still here, rearing its ugly head. It’s become increasingly tough to fight on so many fronts. I have wanted to throw in the proverbial towel more than I hate to admit and just become the bitter, empty version of myself that was always lurking in the wings.
A friend and I were discussing our lack of inclination to make New Year’s resolutions, and this mom of three (including preemie twins) said what I had been feeling all along.
This year is solely about survival.
No, we’re not making zombie apocalypse kits (that’s so 2010). Nor will we have any nebulous goals about self-improvement or self-enrichment, although if done right, this survival thing will ultimately engender both.
It’s a simple, single-minded goal.
We just want to make it out alive.
Day 1 down. 364 to go.