When I first started this blog, I promised two things:
That my blog would be honest, raw and at times, uncomfortable about life with MS. And that I wouldn’t write when there was nothing to write about.
I worry I’m reaching that point?
I am ok. The Teenager (bar recent events) is doing well.
I worry I’ll begin boring you guys with the same problems:
- I’m still single
- I’m still fat
- I still trip over anything and everything
- I am as tired as ever
- I still worry about the future
- And I still don’t play a musical instrument
I don’t want to repeat myself and weirdly, in writing that list above, I think, hmm, is there anything I could/should have done to change it?
Six years on, why is the list the same? And is that it?
Of course, that’s the negative list, and I’ve written about my upsides, the gratitude, my self-awareness that I’m beyond lucky to still be out and about with MS, albeit limited.
I wonder if I’m more cautious as I could be judged on what I write – I know people I would rather not read my blog read it, and maybe that makes me more hesitant to bare my soul?
I’d love to hear what you think?
Should I take my ‘Still …’ list and turn it into an action plan?