What have been some happy moments in your MS journey so far? Not specifically MS related, but since you were diagnosed, what have been some things that still manage to make you smile? A lot of people talk about their struggles, and it's good to, but I know for myself, when I'm always in a struggle street state of mind, it feels like a swim in the deep end when you're a child, desperately trying to bob up and down and have your feet touch the bottom of the pool again... For me, there's surprisingly been a few... 1. My dog. He sees no disability and although he doesn't always drop his ball for the last time at the park because he wants to carry it home, he reminds me to keep moving and my day isn't always about me. He gives me a purpose often taken for granted. 2. Trashy quiz shows. This reminds me of my time in the UK bedside next to my Aunty, also had MS but sadly now passed, and keeping up to date with information no matter how coronation street based it may be. Bearer of a large amount of useless information, like how the chicken we consume is all female????!!!!! 3. My mothers hoarding skills. I feel fortunate enough to be at home with my parents, and while unable to work, I've been working through some home sentimental items and many kept trinkets over the years. Nostalgia is a big word for a reason, it really does help to remember memories that have built a portion of who you are. 4. Lobster slippers. A hilarious online purchase that took over a month to arrive, but put a smile on my wee face whenever I wear them. 5. Dancing. Just putting on a wee boogie and having a singalong and a little jig. Walking to the supermarket. Seems mundane, but genuinely makes me happy to be able to walk down the road, bag in tow and pick up a few things as needed. Very French. Which is honestly where I would rather be most days with a wine 🍷 and a croissant 🥐. 6. MS symptoms. Hear me out, I don't love having them and it doesn't make me happy to have MS, or experience the depths of it, but it has made me more grateful for those moments when things do settle down and I gain a small amount of independence or feeling back. It kinda feels like when you're younger and you get in trouble and you think your parents, or a teacher, is going to banish you to a torturous realm for as long as you live, and you make these small promises under your breath, "I promise I won't ever do a bad thing ever again, so long as this doesn't get me in trouble", a plea on your own wrongdoing that you only knew was wrong in hindsight. When I lose feeling or experience a symptom of MS, I mutter those affirmations under my breath, "when I get my feeling back, I promise I won't just mope around and take it for granted, I'll get out there and make myself useful". Yet to make that a practical life tool, but thinking about it counts no?