I’ve been doing well so lately. I just assume that you have some kind of timer that goes off that says “Now is the worst possible time for a flare, ready, set, go”. I even haven’t let myself become stressed out about the upcoming family member’s wedding just because I knew you would do this and ruin everything. I did my part but you still messed it up anyways. This is one of the many reasons why you suck.

Sincerely,

Sarakastic

By nature I’m not a procrastinator, never have been. I love to get things done; in fact it’s one of my favorite things in the whole world. I always love to be ahead of schedule, on time, or early. Then fibro comes in and I have to constantly push things back. If I felt good or had a clear brain I can clear literally thousands of words every day for my websites with very little effort. So then I get all excited and figure out what I could do in a year.

Then the next day or two or four I end up feeling guilty because I can’t work at that pace. Instead I end up wishing there was roadside assistance for everyday life. I just need to accept that I can do this much on my worst day and then use that number for my calculations even though it’s really hard for me to admit and the number is much less impressive.

It’s been about a year and a half since I started changing my way of thinking to be more in line with the Law of Attraction in general and the Change Your Life in Seven Days book by Paul McKenna. Granted, I am still sarcastic. I still have fibromyalgia, but a lot has changed. I basically became a freelance writer which was my dream as a kid that I had given up because it wasn’t practical. Sure, it could be a coincidence but as this blog will attest to I had been trying to find at home work in any form for years. The job in itself constantly changes and sometimes I feel like it’s not enough because I’m not making the kind of money that a lot of people do. However, I am doing it. I am supporting myself. Sure, everything I buy is on sale but I still do it.

The second big happening last year was getting my very first apartment by myself in a much warmer locale. This in itself should have been impossible just because the town I wanted to live in was extremely expensive but I got the last place in a brand new affordable apartment building. The sarcastic side says “This is not enough, this is not a house”. Sure, that’s my ultimate goal. The good thing about having a blog is that I can read back through all the roommate struggles and being too sick to work outside the house and wondering what was going to happen to me. I’ve been so busy trying to get more that I’ve stopped recognizing just how amazing it already is. It’s like a before and after, although the after is still in progress.