A lot of things have changed for me in the past few years. Changes that you wouldn't necessarily raise a glass to. No. They're more like changes that would drive you to drink multiple glasses, a whole bottle, really.
My fingers stiffen up and I can't write like I used to. I have to use a cane (or even a walker some days) because I can't walk on my own anymore. I have to cook meals over a period of days because I can no longer do the meal prep, cook a meal, and do the dishes all at once. The fact of the matter is, I can't do a lot of things.
But focusing on the can't and the no longer able only makes me grumpy, crabby, and sometimes even downright nasty. There are so many things about having a disability that are not fair. My medical bills will always far outweigh my rent or house payments. My employment record is laughable. My social calendar is as flexible as an Olympic gymnast. The list is endless.
By all standards of this world, I am a failure. I'm not doing well. I'm just not good enough.
So, I try to stop focusing on all the things I can't do. In fact, there are a lot of things that I can do that I never could before. I started working with clay and putty to help strengthen my hands. I can bedazzle everything from my cane to my wheelchair. (Who doesn't love to sparkle and shine?) I cook with my husband instead of for him. (It's all about the quality time, people.) And heck, I have a blog now!
Some days, the most difficult task I face has nothing to do with my physical abilities. It's all in how I look at the hand I was dealt. My attitude won't magically cure me, nothing can. But if I spend more time finding out my new abilities instead of focusing on my lost ones, I am simply a much happier person.