It’s no surprise to anyone, that to be successful at anything, you have to be consistent. You literally have to eat, breathe, and sleep, whatever it is that you want to be successful at. And I get that, but like fibromyalgia doesn’t care about that. It doesn’t care if you set deadlines, and plan out things for yourself. And it sucks!
I’m a huge planner; I plan almost everything in my life. I like to know what’s coming up, and what to expect everyday. I plan things weekly most of the time. And I do my best to try to stick to those plans. But you see the thing is, because of fibromyalgia, there are days that I absolutely cannot function. It’s not even just being mildly inconvenienced most times. It’s essentially being bed ridden, and hoping for the best.
Here’s an example: I plan my blog topics by the week. I usually plan them on Sunday or Monday for the up coming week. I try to blog at least once a day, for Monday through Friday. And starting this past Saturday, I got random knee pain. It came on out of the blue, and here it is Monday and I’m still struggling. I can’t walk around right now. I have been constantly keeping it elevated and iced, but it is still keeping me off my feel as much as possible. This means I’m not going to be up and cleaning the things that I had wanted to, I won’t be filming like I wanted to, among other things that I had intended for today.
These days when I don’t feel good, I don’t feel like taking selfies, and filming. I’m sure others with fibromyalgia (among other invisible disabilities) feel the same. It makes it really hard to stay consistent. I try to batch a lot of photos on the days when I do feel good, so that I can use them when I don’t. But I also worry about my feed looking like it’s just one big selfie roll. Maybe I shouldn’t worry about that but I do. The other thing is that I don’t feel like taking the time to post anything when I don’t feel good. It makes it feel disingenuous to myself, when I read it back to myself.
This makes for days, sometimes many in a row, when I don’t participate in the social media “rat race.” It doesn’t mean I’m not interested in it, it means I don’t feel good. So I’ll never get social media famous, not that I ever thought I would be, but you know what I’m saying. It’s just another struggle added into things that I never expected, when I got this diagnosis. It’s not that a huge deal, but it’s just something I never realized would be something I worried about. I’ll never be consistent and that will have to be ok for me and everybody else, I guess.
Stay safe, stay rad, and wash your DANG hands!
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