Well. Today is my 31st birthday. I had a whole draft post written about the year I’ve just had and how I’d like to never, ever have another similar one in future.
But then I read it back and decided not to post it.
Sure, the beginning of last year (calculating from birthday to birthday) was quite phenomenal what with our whole Coast-to-Coast American vacation (of which I have been promising more details and I will get there, soon!) and getting to see so many friends and family members.
But then came my whole life-changing diagnosis with Idiopathic Intracranial Hypertension in August. And everything to do with that part of my life has been pure hell and I would quite like to go back in time and never have this condition. I mean, I’ve had a headache for 275 days. For crying out loud!!! But if we’re wishing for things…. Well, why stop there?
Do I want some of last year back? Yes. Are there things I would change? Yes.
I have my wonderful husband. I have my family and I have his family. I have two nieces whom I adore and cherish. I have friends (far and near) that have enriched my life in ways I could not ever express. I have loved and laughed and cried with these people over the past 365 days and I wouldn’t change any of that.
Which makes changing the last year difficult. How do you regret one thing without changing another? Hmmm…
So, no, it hasn’t been the best year. But that’s OK. You win some, you lose some, right?
Although, this year I aim to spend less than 31 days in the hospital and I would also like to have a lot less lumbar punctures. Correction, I would like to have a lot less failed lumbar punctures.
Who knows what’s coming? I certainly don’t.
I know I’ll be ready for it, though. This last year has taught me at least that.
You and me, 31, we’ll be OK.