Find The Fun in 2009

I’m cooking.  I’m working my way through recipe books whilst watching UKFood on the telly in the kitchen.  This is usually a good sign.  I cook when I’m zen and happy but this feels like walking through custard wearing Wellington boots – where did that metaphor come from? I’m sure I stole it so apologies to whoever penned it.  I’m working something out.  When not cooking and looking after sick kids and pretend-sick kids I am ordering books on spirituality/growth/wellness on Amazon. I fall asleep watching DVDs with winning titles such as You Can Change Your Life (only if I stay awake long enough).   

Something is up.

I think that what I am doing – whilst wading through the Bird’s Eye – is looking back, reviewing my year and asking some of those BIG questions.  What do you want more of?  What didn’t work?  How can you enjoy the journey more?  One thing is for sure, I’m losing the fun.  I was a happy kid.  My Grandfather whistled at breakfast, my mother as you know dear readers of this blog, is a joyful soul who still believes in magic and fun and me I fear I am becoming an old grouch, whining and making comments that fail to stay on the healthy side of cynical.  Once Tigger, I am now Eyeore – at least for the time being.

In 2009 I pledge to find the fun.  I am tempted to take some of those happy pills which fade out reality and make life one big happy cocktail hour.  Users appear to be talking louder than anyone else, as if from out at sea, perched up high on a cliff grinning as they look down on us poor sods in the real world.  Being miserable sucks.  Alternatively, I may just go and lie on the bed with my sick girlies and have fun – they always cheer me up…