While I was cooking, and cutting my few ingredients, I suddenly shouted, "You know what makes me most mad? One day I won't be able to cook.  Everything I love doing is slowly being taken from me." Selfish, selfish, selfish (HIBM)", I murmured as I continued chopping.  

It is so much tiring than its year prior. Holding a knife, chopping. I don't usually get mad about HIBM, but it keeps rearing its ugly head lately, so I just can't help it. Sometimes I scream loud at it, and then move on my way.  I learn or adapt a new interest as response to a lost ability, and then HIBM swoops down and snatches that one, too.  

I returned to my cooking and secretly told myself, "Enjoy it. Enjoy it. Just enjoy it.

Fear not, I don't usually waive knives in the air while I randomly shout.  It's like I fast forwarded to a senile, crazy 85 year old woman ;).