Diabetes.......

Diabetes will not make me dance in the devil in the pale moon light - though I'm always intrigued by that particular visual.

Diabetes will always make my handbag heavier to carry than most -and sometimes my heart too.

Diabetes always seems to make me have to explain and interpret what it means to be a person living with diabetes to others who just don't get it.

Diabetes makes me see things that others do not - and that's not a bad thing at all.

Diabetes makes travelling with only carry-on luggage a slim to none possibility - As does my love of shoes and having varied wardrobe options for weekend getaways.

Diabetes requires me to continually think in terms of numbers. And sometimes those numbers make me string together four letter words that would impress George Carlin, Lenny Bruce, Kat Williams, Lisa Lampanelli & the likes there of.

Diabetes causes all sorts of bells and whistles (both literally and figuratively) to go off at the most inopportune of times.

Diabetes requires me to be flexible, even when diabetes is being an inflexible little bitch!

Diabetes has caused me to have super Diabetes Savant powers including, but not limited too; guesstimating the correct carb count of a cupcake purely based on size, circumference and icing to cupcake ratio of said cupcake, powers of invisibility in regards to changing my infusion set in front of others but having no one actually see me do it, copious amounts of empanthy, and amazing powers of deductive reasoning in regards to continually learning from every single diabetes experiment I do in order to achieve good numbers.

Diabetes has given me new friends and family - and the majority of those I have yet to meet in real life!

Diabetes has given me a passion, and that passion has given me a diabetesalicious voice that I'm not afraid to use. Diabetes has allowed me to flip my Diabetes Bitch Switch, for all the right reasons. Diabetes requires me to "think like a pancreas" and have the confidence of a 5 year old.

It's obvious why diabetes makes me think like a pancreas, but think like and have the confidence of a 5 year old?

OK, go ahead, ask a 5 year old what they want to be when they grow up and they will tell you at least 3 different things, and they will absolutely believe that they are the person who sets out to do be and be all those things.

As far as diabetes and my life in general - I plan to think like a 5 year old more often than I don't.

I say, damn the torpedo's, batten down the hatches and go for it!

I plan to see and achieve life's possibilities, instead on focusing on the boundaries, both inside my head and out!

So my chickies, what has diabetes given, done, and or inspired you to do?