Sometimes I don’t want to smile, I just want to cry..and that’s totally okay.

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‘Be brave’

‘Take it like a woman’

‘You’re strong, you can do this’

‘Tough’ 

‘Just think about how worse off you could be’

‘At least you’ve got your health/roof over your head/food in the cupboards’

Insert any another phrase regarding how to face the day bravely

 

Well you know what? No, sometimes I don’t want to do any of the above. Sometimes I want to cry and scream and ask the world why it’s so damn unfair.

I have, in the past, spoken many times about being ‘happy’ and how it is possible and you can change your life for the better, I have also stressed that this is not obtainable over night and will not happen with a click of your fingers.

There will be many, many times when your life gets smacked in the face with a big giant, house-sized, wet paper towel. Can you imagine how angry that would make you?

You’re just walking along, minding your own business and ‘thwack’, big globby, wet mess!

That’ll probably be very painful and actually really quite messy. And it will take hours, potentially days, to clean up!

Unfortunately that’s just life. Sometimes it will be those life altering big giant paper towels, where someone as emptied the entire dispenser, jammed them all in the toilets and sinks and now the bathrooms flooded, and other times it’s just one soggy towel at a time, easier to deal with but they get dealt intermittently and sometimes just when you’ve cleaned up the first 3 you get blind-sided by another.

Okay this is kind of a weird example but it works because who wants their life to be bombarded by wet paper towels?

I recently had a rather small melt down for one reason or another, lots of little paper towels were getting thrown at me from several directions.

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Since my son went back to school in September we have been running on a pretty solid routine, things have been good, things were getting done. Then I went away for a few days, I had a couple of evenings where I wasn’t at home and everything went to s**t.

This proved two thing to me…

  1. My boyfriend and son can’t cope without me.
  2. I need a fail safe back up routine for when I’m not here.

Anyway, one thing not getting done lead to a whole s**t storm of everything else being a mess and soon enough it was raining wet paper towels.

Cue several annoyances, ones which are always there but usually dealt with because everything else is cool but this time round they were disastrous, throw in some hormones for good measure, left over pain from recent shoulder injury and you’ve got yourself a soggy mess.

Soggy, mainly, from all the crying.

But it’s fine, it’s all good. I sat and bawled like a baby for a good ten minutes, my boyfriend hugged me and told me he loved me even though I was a snotty mess and I had a two day migraine just to nicely round it all off.

You know what though? It makes me more appreciative of the smooth running weeks. I can handle a few s**t days once a month. Well I say that now because they’re over but come next month the world will be ending and my life won’t be worth living…fun!

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Don’t ever let anyone make you think you’re not good enough. 

Follow your dreams right now! Don’t wait until tomorrow, 

next week, next year. Stop planning, start doing 🙂

 

Be happy and keep smiling, even through the s**t storm of paper towels… 🙂

 

 

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