I have a week off (which you may have worked out by my posting) and it is Thursday which did make me feel a bit sad but then it occurred to me that I am really , really happy.
I think sometimes work gets so hectic and so exhausting that I forget what matters; I just don’t have the time or the energy to work out what I need to make me happy. I bet this is just the same for some other person who reads here. Then I have a week and I potter.
The joy of pottering is not to be underestimated.
This week I have remembered that the following help me to feel happy and fabulous.
Regular and intense exercise
Attention from Himself
Reading good books
Baths with products
Regular facials/ manicures and such girlie stuff
Attention from Himself
Talking with my friends
Eating healthily
Having a tidy bedroom
Attention from Himself.
All I have to do is keep hold of that thought when I go back to work and get very, very busy again.
How do other people remember what they need and keep themselves topped up with happiness despite busy lives? How to remember you are a girl when you are running around doing fifty two things, being in charge and sorting things out?
One more thing, this afternoon I am giving blood. This is always a bizarre experience for me.
What happens is this.
Giving blood seems like a nice idea, I have some time and book an appointment.
I tottle along feeling good about myself, blink a little at the prick test and wait for a bed.
I lie down and chat to the nurse and then it occurs to me. I hate needles, I hate this, I would do anything to avoid this. I consider jumping up and running away.
Instead I turn my head to the wall and talk about anything but what is going on and the blood is given.
By the time I am half way through my cup of tea I have forgotten everything and would be happy to book my next appointment.
In short, I do things happily confident that it will not lead to the unpleasant ending that is inevitable.
Remind you of anything?
PS- Still being good. This is now over twenty four hours.
PPS – As a reward I will post a picture for myself of Mr Jackson. This picture
has no connection to this post whatsoever.
"I do things happily confident that it will not lead to the unpleasant ending that is inevitable.
Remind you of anything?"
YES, and I HATE how that happens! Going along, minding my own business, cheerful and oblivious…and then…
Except you'll find over time the oblivion occurs less and less. Strange but true.
I want to give blood but am petrified of needles maybe i should just do it and then it might help my needle phobia maybe.
Sara -but you are still cheerful?
Sami- Remember – face the wall and go to your happy place. I also think the trick is to remember that the poor duffer who needs the blood might hate needles too. Sorry to sound so worthy, I do not think that it is worthy. I think maybe it is the opposite. I think as long as I can give blood then I will not need blood, does that make any sense? Anyway, I promise I have never once seen a needle, tell them you do not want to see it and they work with you.
"I think as long as I can give blood then I will not need blood"
Yes, that makes sense in a certain karmic sort of way, Poppy. I like it. So wonderful what you are doing and I know all will go well. You are fabulous, Poppy, and Himself will shower more attention on you, and not only for being good over the last twenty-four hours but just for being your amazing self.
Oh, and for the last pic I think you meant Mr. Jackman, not Mr. Jackson. I know, you're nervous about your appointment.
Poppy,
Beautiful pictures, however I do like the last one the best!
As for giving blood, okay now I feel guilty. I have that blood type where it can be used on anyone yet I still can't bring myself to donate. Hopefully this post has inspired me enough to get out and do it.
And yes the pressures of a job can get in the way of life. Just remember to leave them at the door as you return to your home. I was an office manager and it is easier said then done but its something that you owe to yourself and your HOH.
Thank you Michael and OMG! YOu are right!
It is Jackman- I know it is Jackman, and yet I wrote Jackson. You know what this means do you not?
It means that being good is making me stupid because being good is stupid. I will learn from my mistake.
xx
Hi Janet!
Do go and give blood if you can. It is not that bad to go through and you have to have a biscuit (cookie) afterwards.
Sadly I have to work in the evening too and if I left my work at the door my boss would be most unhappy. I think baths and nail varnish is the answer though.
Whatever his name is he dresses well.
Poppy, this is a delightful post.
I never thought of that, I gave blood most of my adult life, and so far, touch wood, I've never needed a transfusion.
They won't take it now, they say I'm too old.
If your conversation is as charming as your posts, dear girl, you would be a welcome guest, with or without dinner.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
He does dress well, that matters. How can I adore a slobby man?
I have high standards you know.
Paul- thank you. The Nurse was lovely, and well done you for giving blood for so long.
Curses – I should have tied this to a Vampire/ Halloween theme. Curse those missed opportunities.