Adjustment

My life is in a constant flow of what I want to do, and what I'm physically capable of. speaking to Joe last night I finally admitted what I know to be true, I don't think performing again is for me. Its not that I  don't want to, its that I know I can't, and I cannot see how things will change so it will work. Crap, but there's other things to do. Having had my mind shut down for a month or so, I'm now moving back to the writing I was enjoying over Xmas. MS is a constant game of going and stopping. the trick is not to judge the stops too harshly, rather see them through and get back to what I was doing. Constant adjustment. Pain in the arse, but better than the alternative i've been told about by numerous, puzzled, sad doctor faces.