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.”
Sometimes I feel like the list of things I’m not managing to do well enough goes on and on. I don’t meditate often enough. I don’t invest in face masks, do a daily gratitude practice or bullet journal. The chances of me getting on a plane to have the opportunity to put on my own oxygen mask first is looking pretty slim. I see the benefit. But, with the hype about self-care, I feel that it is either going to cost me money or be totally inauthentic.