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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?
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This syndrome – also known as can’tbearsed syndrome – is like hunger, thirst and tiredness – part of the human condition. It is pouring rain here today, I am tired and have eighty or ninety gazillion things to do and worries the size of the Titanic and I would be hassled except – yes, you guessed it – I can’tbearsed. Around these parts we also call it being ‘withered’ – which is an incredibly accurate description of an emotional condition that doesn’t even have enough energy to constitute a proper depression – withered is being fed-up, frustrated and wanting to lie down on the ground like a wilted flower and say ‘ok life, you win, I’ve used up my ‘juices’ now I am withered – move on.’
Tunnocks tea-cakes and red lipstick sounds good and thanks to you I might now be inspired to try and think of suitable bespoke analgesic/palliative measures for my own can’tbearsed witheration syndrome. More coffee? Maybe chocolate? I’ll have to work on it as soon as I can be arsed…
I think can’tbearsed syndrome sounds way better. Thanks for making me laugh out loud.
We all get it at times you know!! I’ve had a severe bout of it over the last couple of weeks!
Perhaps it’s the time of year? Who knows!
Anyway here’s to smiling!!
Hope your day improves.
Thank you Caroline – the only way is up as they say
This time of year is definitely not helping. Roll on Spring…
xx
Take it easy, you deserve a bout of lookingaftermyselfitis methinks
Lookingaftermyselfitis seems like a good cure
Everybody gets to whinge a bit here and then, and it certainly sounds like it’s not an unwarranted bit of a moan from your end of things! Hang in there.
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It’s not like me, but I’m doing my best to bounce back
Thanks Harry.
Its good to have a moan now and again then get over it , and lighten up with a smile
The right music can give me a needed boost on a bad day. Hope it gets better.
Thank you I will be sure to give it a try.
At least you could be bothered to blog!
Well my blog is my wee sanctuary you see. I think if I didn’t blog I would probably go quite mad
I usually wallow in it for a time. After all, you are human. Pamper yourself, do whatever you fancy. It will pass. Everything does, thank goodness. Look at all the good things in your life. The best one is you’re alive.
Feel better soon and for goodness sake don’t feel guilty. Enjoy a wallow. xxxxx
Thanks pal
There’s something rather cathartic about a good moan, or even better a rant! Better out than in I say, then treat yourself to a tasty brew and a big slice of something yummy. Works like a charm every time.
You are so right. Thanks for stopping by. Better out than in right enough. Don’t know if those around me agree though.
Smiling indeed:D
Here’s to more smiling all round.
I’m sorry you are feeling down, but I enjoyed your post.
Hey thank you.
I hope you smiled without the aid of lipstick before going to bed tonight. Sorry you were down.
Aw thanks Pat. The clouds do lift eventually, don’t they
My motto for life: you can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel if the tunnel is all light. I believe that we all NEED some bouts of Cantbebothereditis every now and then to be able to appreciate the good times all the more.
And hopefully this will cheer you up, at least a little – if you go and have a look at my latest blog post I’ve got some news that you, in part, inspired.
Steph thank you for your lovely comment. I’ve just checked out your blog AND your news! You go girl, well done. If you ever need a study buddy I’m your gal!
It is quite reassuring to think that other people also have Cantbebothereditis. I am sitting here catching up with emails etc and also your wonderful blogs whilst watching my husband decorating the room. As you can imagine, I am quite happily sitting in the middle of utter chaos and I don’t even feel guilty. Hope the Tunnocks tea cake helped – they always cheer me up. Jx
I must take a leaf out of your book Janette
Im a little late (as usually) but just remind you that Hans Christian Andersen once told that even after the blackest night a new day will come. In life there are up and down, up and down, op and own, up….
robert
Robert, thank you for this lovely thought – I’d never heard the Hans Christian Andersen quote.
Sorry to hear of your present mood, but I am sure, from the little I know you till now, that you will overcome this bump in the road. I enjoyed your illustrations very much, and wish you very good days ahead.
Here’s to good days ahead – certainly.
I know that mood. I know that feeling of not finding joy in life. I am just glad it now has a name and I can tell the family …don’t worry, I am coming down with Cantbebothereditis. Cantbearsed is indeed another strain. You do know the remedy right? Ice cream and reading blogs
and nothing wrong with a good shedding of emotion too.
Ice cream and reading blogs sounds like a plan to me.