I Could Either Laugh Or Cry

I had a choice today,  I could either laugh or cry.  I ended up laughing, at the end.  Quite a few times it could have gone either way.  I was so grateful when I started laughing.  A million little things were taken way too long.  I almost put a dirty cup in the forks/spoons/knives drawer and at least I caught my mistake.  I drove three times to the library today because I forgot it was President's Day and it was closed.  Within a span of 3 hours.  Fibromyalgia sucks.  It blows.  

I was able to laugh at the end and my anxiety level went down.  I was able to focus enough to make dinner and even work on a few things.  It seems like if my mind is in a fog, I don't have much pain, if I have the pain the fog is not so much or maybe I don't notice it as much because of the pain.  
I am exhausted as I sit here right before bed, forgot what I was going to discuss, must have been important enough that I did not go straight to bed as I originally planned.  

I was able to take control of the anxiety today.  It was a step forward and I am extremely grateful.  It is a start.  If feels like a start and I don't care what anyone says.  It feels great to feel like the start of something.  Start of recovering?  Start of finally coping with fibro?  Start of learning to live with it? 
I don't care which one of those starts it is.  I am grateful.