Well, yesterday was my birthday. My THIRTIETH birthday. Something about writing that really stings and I can’t figure out why. I spent a majority of my weekend pouting and feeling bad for myself. It wasn’t because I was necessarily sad about turning thirty, but I think more it was because I was in the midst of a fibro flare up.

Anyways, fibromyalgia sucks and I don’t wish it on anyone. Instead of feeling like someone who just turned thirty, I feel like I just turned eighty. Here’s to hoping this flare up doesn’t last long….

This too shall pass