1 Drop at a Time

It has been a minute since my last post. I thought about hiding behind a new recipe, giving the world the perfection it desires, in the form of a prepared dish and Instagram filter, but I am in a funk. I'm sad, hurting, pretty much every adjective on an antidepressant commercial. When I started this blog, I asked you to follow me on the good days and bad. Unfortunately, I've been riding on bad days for a few weeks now. I am struggling and wondering, why am I not choosing happiness? Why am I not more thankful? Why did this happen to me? You know, all the self indulgent questions that make me cringe while writing them out.  So being a doer, who loves control, I went to Amazon to buy some books. I think in all this sadness and loss of interest in life, I was actually at a pivotal moment, I was ready to see "Chronic Illness" and "Diabetes" written on the pages of a self help book. I was no longer buying books about spirituality or God throughout the cent

Y'all, I did it. I traveled to another country, diabetes and all. I gave up trying to hide my pump and just wore it on my shoulder.  Let me rewind a little and tell you about my friend, Chelsea. You know the person that never knows a stranger? Well that is my friend, Chels. Chelsea and Alex just got married in Cabo and it was such a fun weekend. At the beginning of my diabetes journey, I reached out to Chelsea and asked her about starting a blog. Chels had a successful fashion blog in college, and she knew the ins and outs. She encouraged me to go for it, so I took the plunge. I'm so glad I did.  Well fast forward a few months and Chelsea and Alex announced they were getting married. Yay!! The wedding would be in Cabo San Lucas. I was so excited for them, and for the opportunity to be a part of their wedding. Then that crushing fear of "how do I travel with this chronic illness" hit.  To say I didn't want to back out several times would be a lie, but you know what