I’ve done a lot of thinking this week.
(and quite a bit of hiding under duvets, crying my eyes out, talking round and round in circles, sitting with friends in silence, every so often pulling faces, going ‘hmm’ then eating minstrels because it’s really the only solution)
I don’t know what my future will hold.
But I do know I want to make it the very best it can be, in whatever circumstances I find myself in.
So I will continue to look for opportunities to live each day to the full, even if the ‘full’ I have in reality isn’t quite what I might have hoped for/imagined/planned.
I don’t have to be defined by a diagnosis.
It might be part of my life, but it’s not me.
I don’t get a choice in the migraines.
But I do get a choice in how I respond to them.
That is entirely up to me.
So I will endeavour to have adventures, laugh often, show kindness and make the most of all the wonderful people and things I have in my life.
In the very wise words of a very cheesy film (Back to the Future III – sorry!):
Your future hasn’t been written yet.
No one’s has.
Your future is whatever you make it.
So make it a good one.