When Fatigue Changes My Taxi to a Pumpkin

So how are the New Year resolutions going? I'm joking! I hope the start off the New Year is going well in whatever way you wish.
It certainly doesn't feel like we're already 10 days into 2018!

I managed a night out on Saturday for a meal and some drinks. The night had been planned since November to try and get a date we could all make - even that didn't work but most of us made it!
The friend of MS - fatigue - had been showing its head for a couple of weeks but I was determined to get out as I hadn't managed an excuse to get dressed up over December and had a babysitter all sorted for my son. Plus I knew they do good cocktails where we were going!
Lots of rest before needing to head out and some meditation gave me the start I needed. I even made it there slightly early which is quite unheard of for me.... I'm normally the one running late or getting there by the skin of my teeth - although that is with a child in tow.
Being there that little bit early have me time to sit and enjoy the taste of the mojito, it also gave me time to be me without a label being applied - Mummy, MS, lady with a walking stick looking fraught - I was the woman I forgot I could be; helping out other ladies with the zips on their dress, having a giggle that even with a boyfriend there's some things you need a woman for.
It made me think of the times I've been stopped for directions and thought that I obviously look like someone unthreatening with a walking stick and child - placing labels on myself - the truth being I always used to be approached for information/directions and wasn't it because I smiled at them as they were looking around. Yes I was probably easier to stop on those recent occasions when I'm walking with my stick (predictive text keeps coming up with waddling - think I prefer that word!) but there's more than that one label they're applying to me. And that is what I need to do! I'm Cheryl, lover of crafts, music, reading and meditating... oh, I'm also a mother to one boy and live with MS.

And when fatigue hits on a night out, as it did this time, I'm heading for the taxi by midnight (which is late for me) before it turns into a pumpkin!