Good Things

My current motto

Good things come to those who wait …

Well sure they do – especially if you sit around and wait long enough. Then something you consider “good” is bound to happen.
In fact after a long enough time, anything could happen and most of us would find a way to consider it good.

Last week I got off my ass and starting making good things happen.
I decided that I had waited long enough for someone to come along and tell me that they were going to take over my life and run it properly, I decided I had waited long enough for there to be magic and jellybeans and that if I wanted some of these things on my list to get done … then the only person that was going to get them done was me.

It started with a mess. I had a really bad day on Wednesday – for work and personal reasons.

I let the changes that we are going through at work get to me. I let a person get to me. I basically hit rock bottom and I called in the cavalry.
(Actually not so much called in the cavalry as the cavalry came charging in – bearing wine and advice and all things that an awesome friend does).

The very messy bookcase

I took Thursday and Friday off work. I needed some time off to get over this nagging cough and cold that I had.

I also took some time off work to smack myself in the head, to give myself a big hug, and to get my list sorted.

Ahhh lists. Lists make me feel good. I love lists. And diaries. And all things organisational.
I have been battling with my work diary and calendar for most of the year but I still felt a little disorganised – frazzled.

My schedule over the last couple of months has been deliberately slowed down on weekends and it is starting to have a positive effect on the rest of my week. It was even more positive by the time Saturday had rolled around and I had started seriously clawing my way up from the rocks at the bottom of my foul mood.

I popped out on Friday and bought a couple of things for my house and then on Friday night I skyped Mom, popped her on the arm of the chair and we reorganised my bookcase – and then my living room. Its amazing what a throw out and a reorganisation can do for your attitude and your feelings of being less cluttered!