All about choices

A couple of weeks ago I was in Melbourne at my work’s annual conference and it was all about people, one of the major focus’s was how can we make a difference for our clients and for each other.

One of the nights was particularly amazing for the team I am part of and definitely for me personally.  Not only did we all get awards for overachieving for the year but I picked up a special award for customer service.

These awards are proof that hard work alone isn’t enough, they also prove that the people around you make a difference, it’s the encouragement we give each other, the laughs we share and the heartaches that help us to do so well.

The awards pale in comparison with hearing a gentleman by the name of Michael Crossland speak.  I’m not going to go into his story and what makes him so inspiring but I really suggest you look him up online.  What he talked about was choice, the  choice we are all faced with every single day, the choice of being a better person.  The choice of getting out of bed and making a difference in someone’s life, it can be something as simple as a smile to a stranger, the thing is we can all make a difference and not even know it.  Michael made a difference in my life and I was fortunate enough to grab 5 minutes of his time afterwards to thank him for reminding me that I can make a difference.

This year is going to be huge for me.  I have been working with the incredibly talented #originalscripts to turn some of my blogs into a play.  Around the same time I will be releasing a compilation of the posts as an ebook.

More importantly the course that I had the honour of helping create for people newly diagnosed with MS will be run at least twice and also presented at an Australian wide MS nurses conference.

Are you tired yet reading all of that?  I am.

There are other goals I have for the year and I really should set aside some time for some work goals too.

But that is me.  That is my year.  That is some of what I am choosing to do.

With MS no one really knows what is going on inside my body.  It is the same with people.  You don’t always know what is really going on inside.  But a smile, a thank you or a kind word can make a world full of difference.

Michael reminded me it’s not only my choice as to how I live with MS but it’s also my choice as to how I really live.

What about you? Seriously. What will you do? How are you going to help make the world a better place this year?

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I have been ROBBED

I’ve been robbed and I don’t really care.

I’m at a work conference in Melbourne and I’ve started to think to myself that I’ve been robbed.  No, some little toerag hasn’t stolen all my undies or my wallet.  No I think that I have been robbed of something else.

That is my ability to drink which is why I’m not convinced it is a bad thing.

It was over New Years that I first started to think this.  As we do every year we got together with some great friends for a night of laughter, booze and “the circle of death”.  I had 1.5 beers the whole night and a sneaky Mojito.  A few years ago at least a dozen beers would have disappeared and, oh dear Lord, let’s not mention the next day.

The funny thing is there was still a lot of laughter, the circle of death was still played and we spent time with our friends.  But I didn’t feel like rubbish the next day.  Well ok I did feel like rubbish but that was because of the late night not a hangover.

Maybe I’m growing up.  Maybe.

Don’t get me wrong here I like a good beer, particularly after working in the garden.  I also am rather partial to sitting on my deck of an evening with wee dram and looking at the stars.

So if I like to drink, why is it not such a bad thing that I just can’t drink anymore?  My MS has already given me some of the effects that alcohol does.  I get a bit wobbly feeling.  My body certainly does buzz at various times.  There are times when I feel very ill.  Apparently I tend to get a bit forgetful.  And there are mornings I just want to pull the duvet over my head and pretend the world doesn’t exist.

“So just what exactly has MS given me that too much to drink never did” I hear you thinking.

It has given me a greater appreciation of being alive.  I value getting together with friends.  I value spending time with my family.  I value the days when I can kick a ball around with my son.  I value the days when i need to rest and can lie down and read a book with him as well.

I know this conference will get quite boozy and I don’t care.  I’ll happily sit and drink a water and enjoy the company of those around me.  I may even have a beer or wine with them.

The peer pressure that exists when you are young to “get into it mate” is stupid, MS has taught me that.

My body literally won’t let me drink more than two beers now days or maybe it is one of the side effects of the medication.

So has my MS really robbed me or has it given me an unexpected gift?

I will let you be the judge of that.