Mindset, or attitude, as I would call it, makes a huge difference. A good attitude determines whether you will try again when diabetes defeats you. It's intertwined with motivation and it makes a huge difference.
Blood glucose control competes with doing activities that give your life meaning. I believe that you don't need to do one or the other, you can do both. You just have to have a system that makes you win a lot more often than you lose. Diabetes is a complicated dynamic system. Attempts to rein it in and bring some kind of effective yet safe structure is tough. And when you solve the puzzle, a new one is set.
It took me 28 years and the luxury of time due to retirement that afforded me the chance to at last give it the resources it deserves. My mindset was one of dogged determination that diabetes was not going to turn the final years of my life into a miserable series of life draining complications.
One commenter recently criticized the mindset of turning diabetes into a mortal enemy. Diabetes is a tough and worthy opponent and it will kill you, given the chance. Defeating it, even dominating it for brief periods, stokes my energy furnace to keep on keeping on. I am energized when I see three-hour flatlines on my CGM. It makes me feel like I am kicking the ■■■ of a dastardly and nefarious opponent. Kind of reminds me of comic book material, even though I was never a fan of the genre.
Perhaps this is just the classic myth of the hero playing out with a diabetes backdrop. I didn't pick this opponent in life but I'll damn well embrace this struggle and fight well.
Maybe this is a male construct, but it works for me. I know that in the end we all lose our health. Until all is lost we are vulnerable. I will not give up easily and when that time comes I will take comfort in the knowledge that I gave it my best and I had one helluva campaign.