Fibromyalgia has taken a lot away from me. I had to stop playing the violin two years into my illness because my hands couldn’t move like that anymore. I’ve obviously never run a marathon. It’s a constant struggle to find a job that I can manage with my health. Plus, it takes a toll emotionally & physically. There are some things that it hasn’t taken away though like my family. I can still laugh. In fact it’s even more important for me to find humor now.

Lately, I’ve been grumpy. There is no other way to say it. Granted, I’m sarcastic by nature. I don’t want to change that. I’ve never been as sweet as a Maclaren stroller. My sarcasm is used to make people laugh, not to be mean. Lately, I just don’t have the patience that I once did because I’m so exhausted. I can hardly mumble let alone utter encouragement. I try not to glare at people when I get woken up for the 17th time.

However, kindness & basic human decency is something that I’m determined to keep even though it’s difficult at times. I still want to be someone that people want to be around & that brings joy to others. Also, if the post title doesn’t make sense that’s because it’s a play on the title “Things that were lost in the fire” which I never saw so I probably shouldn’t be basing titles off of it.