First of all, my symptoms haven't progressed. I haven't had to take steroids and I haven't had any organ involvement. That is a reason to celebrate.
And so is the second thing: I feel pretty darn good. Not 100% and not good ALL the time, but I feel considerably better than I did a year ago at this time. I'm still achy some days and it is annoying that I have an old lady pill box when I'm hardly even middle aged yet. But when I look back at where I was, I know there is NO comparison. I'm a different person today than I was a year ago.
The third thing is that I have reorganized my life somewhat in the last year. I haven't totally pared things down as much as I would like (I AM an overachiever, in case you didn't know that already), but I have tried to put more pleasure in my life and lessened the "have-to" duties a bit. I'm trying to recognize when I'm pushing myself too hard and I'm learning to say no.
Fourth? I've had a pretty freaking amazing year in so many ways. I went to Jamaica with The Love of My Life and some of our best friends.
I lost 20 pounds (and I'm still working on more).
I went skydiving. And I felt so alive!
I did silly things with my kids.
I went to my family reunion and laughed with my crazy relatives.
I found a new passion.
I rode thrill rides.
I laughed a lot.
I fell more deeply in love.
I spent a week caring for Grandmother and truly bonding with her before she died.
I trained for and completed a half marathon.
I got baptized.
And I learned that the only limits I have are the ones I put on myself. Lupus hasn't limited me. It might change my day by making me feel like crud, but I can limit the impact it has on me by choosing to focus on something else. And that's what I plan to keep doing.