We feel like it is our job as a good friend, a solid, dependable friend to offer good advice. It’s important that we know our favourite people well enough that we can become their sanity check. They need us. Actually, more often, we do it for us. We feel useful. We feel selfless. We are helping in the worst of times. Except, sometimes we’re not…
I’ve been super interested to see the new trend for Dopamine Dressing sweep over Instagram. After two years of loungewear. Two years of feeling out of control, people are starting to sit up and say they want more joy. I know I do.
It might be that I worked too hard at making life fun for my kids at the start of lockdown. Or it might be that I’ve always been a shoegazer, not a stargazer. But I’ve realised that I don’t know how to have fun anymore.
January is always a time of new hope. An opportunity for a new beginning. This year, I have purposefully not challenged myself to anything. But I have been inspired. With a quote from Desmond Tutu, “Do your little bit of good where you are.”
Words can hurt with the same ferocity as a punch to the gut. We know we feel sad when it happens to us. We hear people’s comments. We hear in their words the worst things we think about ourselves. It makes it true. We take words to heart and carry them with us. So why when we know it causes us pain to hear, do we feel like it is our place to say about others?