Keep in mind every day is a special day

Most of you know of my peaks and Valleys with MS. To say I have ups and downs would be an understatement. Not looking for pity just stating the facts. Sometimes when dealing with a chronic illness such as MS it can be easy to lose ones self.

Over the last 14 years I have had times where my illness was very much at the forefront of my existence. Where I have kind of stood in the shadows waiting for a better day to come. Just an FYI; sometimes you have to force that better day.

It occurred to me the other day when I decided to start blogging about fashion that I had recently let shit slip. I have been putting limited effort into my appearance. I hadn’t even been wearing my dearly loved pearls.

For anyone looking for a classic look, pearls would be a go to. I have pricey pearls as well as not-so-pricey pearls. You can really go either way with it and it’s still a great look.

A lot of women are afraid to sport them because they are seen as dressy. This is NOT true!!!! I have worn pearls with casual dresses as well as jeans and shorts.

Why do we save things for a special occasion? Every single day is a gift AND a special occasion. Every day that we wake up should be celebrated.

Am I saying wear your best accessories to the gym? No I’m not, they would get sweaty and you would look silly. I am saying wear them when you can.

In the past I’ve worn my pearl earrings on the golf course.

I’ve worn them going to dinner with the hubby or hanging out with my boys.

I’ve even worn them in the hospital.

I know, it may seem a bit ridiculous, but even while having plasmapheresis I wanted to be me. I always try to stay true to myself. Some days are harder than others, but there is no more special occasion than being alive.

I remember my Oma (grandma) saying she was saving certain things for a special occasion. Why do that? It seems to me, folks wind up not celebrating their life while they’re here. Meanwhile, they’re keeping certain articles in pristine condition only to hand them down after they pass.

I’m not handing anything down that I haven’t truly enjoyed. Sorry…not really.

So while the hubby and I didn’t do anything earth-shattering yesterday and I wasn’t dressed to the nines, I had on my pearls. It was a fun day and I felt good about myself wearing them.

While this disease can get the better of us every now and again, as well as be ugly and down right gross at times, we should still celebrate our life. All the while, appreciating the gift we’ve been given . Wishing everyone a fantastic Monday.