Life is full of plans, obstacles, successes, failures, knockbacks and leaps forward of one sort or another. I need to celebrate the achievements (remembering to pay bills, doing some ironing etc) and acknowledge the good things, to prevent being overwhelmed by gloom. Yes, indeed, I have done two courses of Cognitive Behavioural Therapy; how did you guess?
Hurrah! I travelled to a meeting that left me energised, motivated and excited about a piece of voluntary work I agreed to do. I made notes, drew wee arrows on pages, asked questions and felt, briefly, like a proper working person, making a difference.
Oops! As a result, I spent the next day in bed wondering why I agreed to take the work on. Surely my brain won’t be able to cope with it? And I’m sore- back, legs, arms and head. Woe is me anyway.
Hurrah! Girl1 and Girl2 came to play in and around the bed- dancing, reciting poems, trying out new hairstyles, practising obstacle courses. The bed, the quilt, the pillows, me- we were the obstacles. The result: two giggling girls in a heap on the floor under the quilt, me laughing (and cold) on the bed.
On balance, I’m winning. Nothing to complain about around here, then.