I had a bad day this week where for various reasons I felt quite negative.
What was lovely was that I put a post on social media saying I knew that just because today was a bad one did not mean the next day would be. When I was in the grip of depression, I would not have imagined any light at the end of the tunnel and definitely not so close at hand.
The next day was not just good – it was wonderful!
I won £100!
I got a voucher for shopping for £10 sent to me.
I got back to my best self and started working on the dream with great results.
Things that I was waiting for happened.
I made progress work wise.
I spent precious time on blogging and reading other blogs.
I found our passports!!!
My husband sorted out a lot of practical stuff that needed tackling.
My son got in to school for the first time since his operation.
My daughter tidied her room without being asked to do so.
My other son introduced me to some of his passions including superhero films which I surprised myself by actively enjoying.
My biggest reason to be cheerful is that I just knew things could get better and once upon a time that was beyond me.
There is a weird concept in itself before we get into the detail. Who would anyone ask for trouble? Trouble might be defined as difficulty or a problem. Most of spend out time avoiding such things because they are inconvenient at best and distressing at worst.
I have just watched a debate on ITV This Morning and thought I would have my say. It was the standard set up for putting up two women to argue differing viewpoints.
Angela Epstein said that “Nobody is entitled to rape” – glad we got that one sorted then! She also stated the nobody invites rape – shock horror! Who knew?
Her point was the women increase their vulnerability when they drink to excess or wear short skirts.
I agree women and men increase their vulnerability to all sorts of things when they drink to excess including health issues, death, involvement in things they would not do when sober and physical or sexual assault. That does not however justify any assault of any kind.
On the analogy of leaving the back door open and you might be burgled. Whilst this is true we could also try and develop a culture of respect for people first and then property.
Whilst this debate ensued on the telly, my 11 year old boy pointed out before I said anything that rape happens to people wearing all sorts of things so “that is like saying any type of clothing is sexually provocative. Rape is never right no matter what the circumstances”. You see if you instil good values in boys, they are an absolute delight.
I was reassured to hear Angela Phillips pointing out that most rapes are committed by someone the victim knows. If we want to warn women, let’s be realistic about where the threats lie often amongst relatives, friends, colleagues and in their own home.
Of course Angela pointed out that a TV studio is a benign place – tell that to the victims of Jimmy Saville and Rolf Harris!
Have I wore sexually provocative clothing? Yes and once drunkenly staggered through the streets of Glasgow after a wedding on my own and not quite sure of where I was going. Was that wise? No! Did I come to any harm? No! Presumably I just came across good people on my route that night.
Have I experienced sexual assault. Yes! On the street where I lived whilst I was dressed in winter woollies and jeans.
When will folks remember that rape is about woman hatred and violence and not about sexual desire.
Tell your girls and boys to look after themselves for sure but also instil great values in them too so that they look after others whatever their gender and whatever the length of their skirt.
It saddens me that we still have not got these things sussed after all these years. Women asking for trouble! Why would they do that with everything else they have to contend with?
It is the perpetrators who cause trouble not the victims.
Or are women asking for trouble? What do you think?
Actually I am OK right now although I am tense in terms of excitement as I research a dream I have for the future. I guess that is a good thing and I am reminded that you can experience both positive and negative stress. You need to take very good care of yourself whichever of those applies.
Yesterday morning, I felt so tense and ready to snap. I could not work out why but life’s little frustrations really got to me. Silly things like my husband leaving a load of apricots right in the sight of our dog who decided they were playthings.
There are the worries about my son’s health and how this will impact on his GCSE year but mainly concern that he is not getting better as quickly as we expected.
You do have to be careful as you don’t seem to be particularly effective when feeling tense.
I spent the afternoon looking for some important documents and found them but swear I had looked for them only a few days earlier in the place that I found then.
I think I need a break but how exactly do you manage that what with work, freelancing, home education and home management. I know it is important though – perhaps a change of scene even for one night would help loads.
So in case you had not already guessed my word of the week is tense!
Glimmers of sunshine make me happy both literally and metaphorically.
There is definitely something in all this idea of vitamin D making you feel better. My mistake during my depressed days included not getting out much at all which only made things worse. I ensure I get out regularly now but the blue skies and sunshine tempt me out lots like a great lover asking me to come and play.
Sunshine is playing a huge part in my life as I dream a little dream of my future which could throw me and the blog in a completely new direction. Life’s an adventure and I intend to live it.
My teenage son is recovering slowly but hopefully surely and it is selfish but I like him being around more. He too enjoys walking although his mobility is not the greatest just now.
My daughter is so beautiful. This delights me but also makes my heart ache a little as I realise I must have had beauty similar to hers and did not realise it. What is that they say about youth being wasted on the young? She continues to write stories and I am going to try and perhaps persuade her to share some of them on the blog.
My tween son is a tonic, so full of fun and wordplay. He is so passionate about things too and has the best cuddles going.
I have found my glimmers of sunshine but also found the safe places where I had put really vital documentation too.
Life feels good right now and that is my overwhelming reason to be cheerful.