I just want to let you know, I cooked a whole roasted tandoori cauliflower a few weeks back.  It was a Monday (my cooking night) and I was wildly excited, nervous and then proud of my accomplishment.  Obviously there are improvements that could have been made, but in general it was a success and that made my little heart swell with pride.

The next night, I dutifully went to the gym and swam laps.  Tuesday was a good day.  Hubs made dinner, swimming was both frustrating (I am out of shape) and wonderful (I used to love to run because about ten to fifteen minutes in, my mind would clear and the stress would fall out of my shoulders, and it would just be me, my breath and the pounding my feet on pavement … well, and Lucy of course, but she loved going running.  Swimming felt a little like that — my mind clearing, my muscles working —and also wondering what the heck was going on! — the stress lessening the further into the swim I got).  So it was a good night & we were getting into a routine, and I think we both felt pleased about it.

On Wednesday morning I drove over for my yoga therapy session and despite being a little sore — I’d fallen on ice in the Starbucks parking lot the previous Friday and I’d swum the night before for the first time in months — it was a good session.

And then, I was diagnosed with shingles at the urgent care, and I spent the next seven days on medication that made my brain spin and all my thoughts fuzzy around the edges.

So I didn’t get to post about my cauliflower triumph, or my swimming struggles.  Because I could barely spell my name (that might be a slight exaggeration).

I’ve now been off the anti-viral meds for a few days, and I don’t feel terrible, so that’s a plus.  Yesterday, my office moved into our new (like, brand new just built) space and I’m feeling really excited about the growth of our company and its future.  We received the final paperwork for our house in the mail yesterday and life seems to be trucking along. Even my new MS medicine seems to be working (maybe five is the charm?).

And tonight, it’s the Oscars — one of my favorite award shows.  And the world is blanketed in snow (yesterday’s drive home from the city in my Mini was … fun?) and life feels good.  Content.

But here’s where my head is.  John and I have had our fair share of struggles.  We’ve had our moments when life feels really unfair, and everything feels like it’s too much.  But through it all (well, the last seven years) we’ve had each other.  And we’ve had a support net of our parents and my brother and family and friends who care about us, who prop us up when we’re having a hard time doing it ourselves.  We are insanely, incredibly, ridiculously blessed.  So yes, MS is hard.  MEN type I is hard.  Work is hard.  Life is unfair.  Like, really f*cking unfair sometimes.  But I just want to say thank you to God, to Gaia, to Buddha, to whomever is up there who brought my husband to me, to whomever decided who my family would be — because I can face anything with the people I have on my team.  And I am so grateful it is fathomless.