Rule No.4 - Believe in life!

Today I found this rule exceptionally hard as the day seemed to be dragging just to punish me. At one point I thought that chinese water torture would have been an upgrade to how I was feeling. Luckily my gorgeous little cousin came to visit and for a brief moment I forgot about the headache and disjointed hip from what I can only imagine was from some dancing last night and instead had the most beautiful girl in the world smiling and giggling at me.

I guess she plays a massive part in getting me to believe in life again. No matter how bad my day or week is going, within seconds of being around her, i feel as though nothing else really matters.

A friend gave us some advise the other day. Put your oars in the boat, and go with the stream. Yes, I laughed at first too, but I'm telling you, since then i have had all sorts of wonderful things

happening to me. But what i have to figure out is, were there always these little things happening on a daily bases around me, that i just totally ignored before, or am i really putting out a whole new vibe now.

A beautiful picture drawn just for me by the most amazing woman, an extra smile at the post office and a secret admirer note in my windscreen. I think I can get used to this "believing in life".

Comments

Scarlett said…

Yay yay! So glad she brings as much joy to your life as she does to mine :)

27 May 2011 at 09:16

Suze said…

You have no idea! She's my BEST!

27 May 2011 at 09:21

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