So she looked at me smiling and said, 'I didn't think so'. She had been speaking in tones of giving in, of doing less, of not reaching for those stars, which to me, means giving up. So I'm thinking around this time, hmm, I need a new doc. Luckily for me she is not the doc that takes care of my Fibro, for if she was I would feel like I was on a sinking ship as I have felt many many years before when I would come across this idea that to give in means I would be better off. I have never understood that. My analytical brain cannot equate giving in = doing less = dying dreams = getting better. I understand fully the need to accept that I have Fibro to calculate the energy I will need for what I want to accomplish and to plan my days. To know what activities I can do before I go on an outing, be it running errands or a date with my hubby, planning is my key, and dreaming while planning is what keeps me going. Are you a planner too?