Not only does that bore me (I like different "scenery"), it actually is a prescription for problems to arise with our RA management. We have to be not only willing to seek out "new paths" we have to make it happen. If we just sit by and wait for a new road to open up we may be waiting a long, long time...time filled with frustration, pain and regret.
I cannot emphasize enough how critical it is for us to embrace the effort we have to make to start down a new path of better management, whatever that may entail. Is this easy? Absolutely NOT! If it were we would not need our Support Team and we all know that is not true. Change can be difficult in the best of circumstances, let alone when you are handling the never ending uncertainty of RA. There are times when we just want to complain and have that be enough!
But then reality sets in and we realize that we must be willing to change or the truth is that when you have RA, going down the same road means the disease will get progressively worse. And that is the ultimate reason to start fresh!
What do I mean by that? Well, as new treatments are developed and released and more research is done on RA it is of paramount importance that we stay abreast of what is going on. In addition, we need to be vigilant about our health beyond RA so that we can be clear headed and as "healthy" as possible outside of our RA. And finally, we need to be willing to, no beyond that, we have to look forward to the new beginning that a fresh start affords us. The possibilities for positive change are truly endless and if we do not avail ourselves of them we are mismanaging our disease, not an outcome we want!
So as we move into 2012 we need to learn to see things the way they are not the way WE are...those are often times totally different and not always compatible notions. That said, when we learn to tell the difference we will be better managers of our RA!
Finally, a wonderful poem about the New Year and fresh starts! Enjoy!
by Dana Gioia
Let other mornings honor the miraculous.
Eternity has festivals enough.
This is the feast of our mortality,
The most mundane and human holiday.
On other days we misinterpret time,
Pretending that we live the present moment.
But can this blur, this smudgy in-between,
This tiny fissure where the future drips
Into the past, this flyspeck we call now
Be our true habitat? The present is
The leaky palm of water that we skim
From the swift, silent river slipping by.
The new year always brings us what we want
Simply by bringing us along—to see
A calendar with every day uncrossed,
A field of snow without a single footprint.
"New Year's" by Dana Gioia, from Interrogations at Noon. © Graywolf Press, 2001.