There are days when I want what I want.  And most days I don’t necessarily get it.   But every once in a while,  I really do want people to see me, hear me, and know me well enough to do it “my way” just to make me happy.  Holidays seem to bring up those expectations and I fall prey almost every time.  What’s that definition of insanity?   Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. At least with diabetes my expectations are based in reality – I never expect it to do it “my way”.

Back to looking for truth instead of fairy tales……