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Last night lying in a hot lavender bath I picked up Mary Anne Radmacher’s book “Lean forward into your Life” and flicked through it.  ”Begin each day as if it were on purpose” she advised me.

Today though I have finally admitted to myself that I have a terrible affliction and it’s going to take more than prompts from Mary to kick it into touch.  Folks I have what is medically known as Cantbebothereditis. I CAN’T BE BOTHERED.  Isn’t that a terrible thing to have to admit to?

Are you sitting comfortably?  Then let me explain.

Ok you know that my life is busy.  I’m making good progress with my next piece of OU work, hell I’ve even written my little piece to be posted on “Something for the Weekend”. I am even tackling the real life next chapter of my Mum’s Manual thanks to some issues presented to me recently by my son.  In truth though I just feel exhausted and a bit flat and it’s going to take more than a blooming lavender bath to sort it out.

Now before you think I’m just having one big moan…. actually I am just having one big moan aren’t I.  OK I deserved that one BUT I ‘m not so far gone that I can’t acknowledge that I have joy in my life, that I am incredibly lucky and I have lots of support.  ”So what the hell is wrong with you?” I hear you ask.  OK I’m going to be really honest here and say I think I’ve just lost a bit of the joy in my heart.  If you’ll forgive me for falling off the happy wagon I think of late some of the tough stuff of life just clouded my rose-tinted varifocals through which I am normally able view life.

I don’t often feel like this and I would like to think of myself as being down but certainly not out.  Now that I have acknowledged my Cantbebothereditis hopefully the only way for this gal is up.

So my wee cloud might not disappear just like that but you have to start somewhere.  I have just rummaged in my bag and put on my favourite cherry red lipstick (hell if you don’t feel like smiling at least paint one on eh )  I have a Tunnocks Tea Cake sitting on my desk AND I am blooming determined to turn this day around.  If it’s true that we can choose to be happy or sad then I choose happy and if I can just pick up pace I might just be able to jump back on the happy wagon.  When things are not quite right with us we need to stick in and keep living with intention, right?

Ok there’s nothing like a bit of toilet humour to bring a smile.  You are, aren’t you, you’re smiling.  So here’s to smiling – I’m off now to do more of it  Fancy joining me?

So what’s your tip to give life that little lift?