Oh, yesterday was rough, tough, and just plain mean.
I woke up in a "kicking assets and taking names" kinda mood, but throughout the day, my spirit got a little battered because of the pain and swelling that set in.
My friend Becca actually looked at me in our college history class and frantically asked, "WHAT IS HAPPENING TO YOUR HANDS?" Her reaction to the redness was hysterical.
Work was throwing me for a loop, too, because not a darn thing was going
right the way I wanted it to.
As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was down for the count. Everything hurt and next to an encouraging conversation with the most awesome coworker ever, I just needed sleep. Not only to get away from how I was feeling, but just to clear my mind and be able to start new when I woke up.
I'm so glad I made that decision despite the homework I was supposed to have finished for this afternoon, but I'm letting it go and counting it as a win on my behalf. It's hard for me to make that sacrifice, but I'm finally seeing that it was worth it. Realistically, that homework is still here this morning and I have plenty of time to get it finished. It's not something I need to worry myself sick over or lose sleep thinking about.
When I woke up this morning, I was so happy to be feeling more normally and a verse that one of my best friends passed onto me a few years ago was in my heart... She says it reminds her of me and that really means the world to hear... That compliment makes this verse 10x more motivating to me!
Proverbs 17:22~ A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.
Today's a brand new day. God's mercies are fresh. I was blessed enough to wake up this morning.
That's enough for me... For this day. As always, I'm just going to take it one day at a time; taking baby steps when I need to and flat out belly rolling/army crawling when I'm desperate.
The truth is, I'm doing an amazing job in therapy. I'm working hard, enduring the pain, and I'm pushing myself more than ever. Most importantly, I'm SMILING through it... Even when there's tears in my eyes!
I'm proud. And, I'm not done here. This fight is not over just because yesterday was rough.
No, it's not. Today is a new day... And juvenile arthritis can kiss my sass. ;-)