This was one of those melancholy weeks. A full-moon, my period due any second, unruly children and a messy house out of control had me crying over mis-matched socks and screeching over the hideous fly that decided to commit suicide in my lovely, freshly brewed cup of coffee.
After attacking a block of cooking chocolate after dinner, I took a deep breath and looked around me.
I noted the 'little things' I was grateful for, right there and then, and started taking photos to capture the moment.
I was Grateful for:
|My New Kitchen|
|The stems of the bok-choy I cut for our stir-fry that looked like roses|
|Little Miss C in her Fairy Princess ensemble|
|Little Miss A with her Flamenco dress and her Daddy's hat|
|Little Katrushki walking down the aisle|
|Our latest addition, Jinxy the Kitten|
|The picture Miss C drew of me that I found on my phone|
Life is precious. Life is what we make of it.
When I feel my swing slowing down, I make sure I kick up my heels and point my toes towards Happy-ness again.
What do you do to lift your spirits when you get the Blues?