Over the past year I've had to come to terms with what my "new normal" is. By that, I don't mean that I've had some dramatic shift in my life that's taken me by complete surprise. I've had to accept that my myriad of health problems aren't going away. I don't have a "someday" that I've been planning on for so long. "Someday" my feet will be as good as there were when I was a kid. "Someday" I'll discover a magical medication that doesn't currently exist that cures my dizziness. "Someday" I'll finally outgrow my insomnia and feel well rested. "Someday" I'll have the energy to come home from work and do the dishes immediately. I'm not going to get my someday. And you know what? That's okay.
