Sometimes, what a person needs is different from what they think they need.  I'm sure most people come to this realization somewhere in their lifetime.  I tend to discover it on a fairly regular basis.  There are, of course, occasions when I believe I know what I need and I'm precisely right, but I'm always open to the possibility that I'm off-track and open to suggestions around what might help when times are tough. 

This weekend, I got just what I needed to heal some of the wounds that diabetes, and life in general, have dealt of late.  And the poultice for those wounds was nowhere near what I thought I needed.  I guess I figured if I got a few days of perfectly balanced bloodsugars, that would be enough to right my course and my attitude and mood around diabetes would improve.  But this weekend has still been a bit of a rollercoaster on the diabetes front and still I feel more at-ease than I have in quite some time.  

The recipe for healing this weekend?  A quiet Friday night at home sharing good food, shared interests, and wide smiles with someone I love.  An hour in the morning and evening spent walking one of the nicest and most well-behaved dogs I've ever met.   An afternoon at the RISD Museum of Art and their Cocktail Culture Exhibit with a great friend and an evening spent getting filthy, challenging a part of my brain and parts of my body that I don't use everyday in helping my boyfriend rebuild his1958 GMC truck, and then playing at the park and sharing a meal with him and his niece.  Finally, today, catching up on cleaning, cooking, laundry, and buying a new paint color for a couple of the walls in my room.  This weekend, I focused on the people, the things, and the places that I love - and it helped immensely.  Diabetes, though it swung and hissed, failed in bringing me to tears - and that's something these days.  

I'm very much looking forward to going back to work renewed this week and to my appointment with the therapist on Tuesday night. 

I'm also looking forward to starting my class in welding and forging, where I'll be creating some marvelous new things from not-so-marvelous old things - and letting my metal lead the way.   An exercise, that as it turns out, is very much like my life.