Living On The Edge...? The Edge Of What?

What does that mean? Living on the edge? Edge of what? I always have to ask... Apparently, I had to find out the hard way, LOL! Which isn't unusual, since as my boyfriend Scott would say, "You are the most hard-headed female, God ever chose to create!" I had been living with Diabetes practically my whole life. But, I really hadn't noticed. I knew I was border-line. I knew I should eat better. I probably should exercise. But, I really didn't have time for all that. I was busy, active, sucessful. It wasn't that bad. Boy, was I wrong! All those days when I felt good, when I felt like I was on top of things. When I thought I was doing all the right things. Had a perfect little family. The perfect little life. I was really living on the edge. The edge of what? The edge of disaster. Just teetering back in forth, about ready to fall off. And then it happened. And fell and fell hard. I stayed down a long time. I wallowed in self-pity abit. My whole life was in shambles. I couldn't drive. I couldn't work. I couldn't even go to sporting events for my daughters. They tell me stress drove me to breaking point. A strenuous work schedule. Expected perfection in the workplace. Extreme hours and phyical distress. Lack of sleep. Worry Worry and more Worry. How on God's green earth, had this happened to me? I finally realized that Life is what you make it. So my circumstances have changed a bit. That's OK! Some good always comes out of the bad. And I'm determined to make the most of it... ONWARD and UPWARD! Got a lot of time on my hands, that's where my blog comes in LOL... I hope you enjoy... Life after you fall off the edge!