In another life

Three days ago I celebrated the one month anniversary of the diagnosis.  Looking back from then, it was hard to remember a time when I wasn't monitoring my food, stressing about insulin, and the like.  Really, it's as if that was all in another life.

Every now and then, I feel like I can't go to sleep, so I go through old pictures, via Facebook.  My drink of choice this evening: camp pictures.

Anyone who knows me will know that camp is one of the loves of my life.  Nothing in this world means more to me than it and nothing has shaped me more than it.  This is putting it mildly and briefly. 

But in recollections of camp, I do remember a time before my fingers looked like bleeding starfish.  It was a time before anything in this wretched Sophomore year happened.  It was easy.

Nothing is easy anymore.  My living situation - not easy.  School - not easy.  Friends - not easy.  Family - never easy.  

It's better to do one thing well than many things with mediocrity.  I'm beginning to wonder even one is doable.