Good morning readers,
i’ve been having a few off days, but coping with all the nonsense that’s been coming my way. Progress is happening.
So I’m back at Starbucks Monash with my mocha and my thoughts.
So let’s talk about life.
People change as life progresses, we hope for the better, but sometimes it’s for the worse. We change to adapt, to move forward and to survive. As much as i’ve adapted to Living with Fibromyalgia, i’ve been making one big fat mistake…
I’m holding myself to standards i set out when I was 18. Standards set after leaving school on quite the high: Head Prefect, the President’s Award, Great SPM results and acceptance into a UWC.
All during a time when i had no clue what Fibromyalgia was. And what it would eventually mean for me…
That was the Old Me, and I need to accept the fact that the Old Me is dead. I cannot expect myself to live up to standards of then, it’s just unrealistic and will do me more harm than good; physically, mentally & emotionally. I’m not saying that i’m going to stop dreaming, but i am definitely going to need to be less harsh and more patient with myself.
I need to accept
that it’ll take me longer to achieve my goals than it would be for a regular person
that my health is the undisputed #1 priority in my life
that my potential isn’t as great as it would have been when i was 18
but that doesn’t mean
that i wont reach my goals
that i can’t focus on other parts of my life
that I won’t do great things.
It just means that
I need to allocate resources better
I need Take care of myself
I need to look for different paths, ways and options.
The death of the Old Me by Fibromyalgia doesn’t mean in any way that my life is over,
it just means that things are different
and whoever said it was for the worse?
Straight From The Heart
5 thoughts on “Detours & Adapting. RIP Old Me”
‘ When God takes something from your grasp, He’s not punishing you but merely opening your hands to receive something better ‘
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You amaze me in some many ways Roshan. You have been a fighter from the day you first opened your eyes and I am very proud of the man you have become ……
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Zat’s the way…..we all evolve; we don’t have a choice if we are to be relevant. That’s why I love ‘re’ : review; reform; restate; regain; restore; rest relax and ready to reoar (??)….once again – that’s resilience! Love ya and God Bless Always