These are all leaves I found on my walk the other day. They are very different even though they're all leaves too. It occured to me that this is how diabetes can be. One day it's a horror, the next, not so bad. Some days it's all you can think about, others it isn't even on the radar. Same disease, different experiences.
Sometimes I find the fact that each day (or hour or minute, for that matter) can be so very different a little tough. Of course I love that there are really good days and long stretches where everything is just grooving along. My problem is that I start to think that this is normal and when the other kind of days come along, I'm still surprised and saddened. "Oh, yeah, that's right, this is diabetes too". It's always a bit off-putting to realize yet again, that day to day and hour to hour can be so very different. At times, this can make it hard to get used to anything.
In the end, I find that what works best is hoping for (and working hard towards) more of the good days than bad. Like looking for the leaves of a favorite tree. A really, really favorite tree!