I’m channelling Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music. When she sings about her favourite things. So this is the backdrop to this post.
Just to help your recall, should you have forgotten said song;
When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I’m feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things and then I don’t feel so bad.
In lieu of raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens or even brown paper packages tied up with strings, I find it is a very helpful way to deal with the ups and downs and keep on an even keel.
After a bout of depression over a decade ago, I really wanted to help myself not to need the SSRI’s I’d been prescribed again once I’d got over it.
I decided change was in order. I eventually left a job that didn’t suit me and I changed how I looked at things.
Just lately, some things have been quite difficult and I have so far avoided returning to the gloom of depression, by slowing down and taking pleasure in small things.
To start with;
Red shoes! Patent red shoes no less. I don’t know what it is about red shoes but they never fail to make me smile!
Then there’s nature. I always feel so uplifted by it, this week I’ve had a woodpecker visiting my lawn (which means it’s probably got a major grub problem but who cares when its such a joy to see this regular visitor).
Then there’s the frosty, sunny starts to the day, these photos taken just this morning;
The rays of light from the sun looked spectacular.
Another unexpected, small pleasure this week, came as I was browsing the Guardian magazine on Saturday, when I came upon this article and photo;
I love Whitby and the photo at the top of the article is virtually identical to a painting that was done for me by a person very dear to me;
It made me so happy to see it and think about all the lovely times I’ve spent there, I found myself holding the photo next to my painting to compare them.
I love that part of the world and hailing as I do from the North East it made me think of friends and family too.
I’ve talked before about how I avoid the commercialism and madness that is Christmas. The spirit of joy that appears as grim faced, plastic bag toting shoppers on a mission to spend no matter what it takes.
Well, I’m embracing it myself this year. No, not in the shops but I’ve put up a tree. A very old fake tree from the garage and lots of old decorations. Some of them over thirty years old. I’ve covered it in lights and it looks so cheery and bright that I’m including it in my list.
Here it is;
and what’s more, I’ve put a few more decorations out and some fresh flowers too;
I’m liking the orangeness of it!
Finally, there’s my hat, it’s rained and snowed over the last week but in this hat I’ve stayed free of the frizz that is my hair when it gets wet, result!
The coat I’m wearing is 27 years old and the gorgeous squashy leather tote was a gift.
And with that, I’m off for some lunch.
Wishing you a week of joys both small and big.