You are allowed to be the most important person in your life. Yes, yes you are, You can still love your children, Your husband, your wife. But if you don’t put your own well being first, You won’t be there for them, You won’t be as present as you should. Treat yourself kindly and then that will spread, Think positive thoughts as soon as you wake up in bed. Stop judging others and comparing to them, Recognise your achievements and feel gratitude again. Discipline yourself to be your fabulous best friend, Let failures be lessons Not catastrophes to defend. Meditate more often, giving thanks Breathe and smile. Your creation was your first win Now go and make that worthwhile.
This year I’m going to stop thinking I’m rubbish Because actually I’m not. I’m absolutely fabulous But somewhere down the line I think I forgot That the best friend I have Should in fact be myself I can’t expect to be last Or sadly left on the shelf. The only competition to beat Is my last personal best. Being better than others Is no fair way to test. I will do what my mind Sometimes tells me I shouldn’t. I will take unknown paths Which previously I wouldn’t. Life is short, so find courage Think hard and then choose Grab it and live it You’ve nothing to lose.
The hustle and the bustle. Of the Saturday market place. It has a kind of charm that Online shopping can’t replace.
Seeing living breathing people In real time and in the flesh Making conversations Out where the air is fresh.
Stopping for hot chocolate In the square with vintage chairs. Listening to the chatter As the traders sell their wares.
Bags and socks and fabrics. Crafts and toys and cakes. Shoes and fruits and vegetables In all sizes and all shapes.
At Christmas time it’s magical And smells of spiced mulled wine. Fairy lights and carols Children queued up in a line To see Santa in his grotto Where they’ll say that they’ve been nice. Then back to shopping stalls again To sample more delights.
Then home again with aching feet, Cold noses and red faces. Bags of humbugs for the grownups And for the children strawberry laces.
Next day the market has all gone It’s a normal empty street. Life goes on as normal Until it’s back again next week.
We all have days just chilling In sloppy jumpers, fluffy socks, We hide behind the sofa When the postman rings or knocks. We don’t brush our hair or moisturise, We don’t bother with foundation. The lipstick stays inside the bag, There’s no make up application. We light the fire, we get a book, The cosiest crochet blanket. Kettle on and biscuits out, Cat snoring in her basket. These home alone days must be grabbed, And cherished, loved and planned. It’s our guilty pleasure, ladies, Most men don’t understand. Recharge those tired batteries, Give your skin a rest. Snuggle down and read and snooze Until your brain has been refreshed. Order take away delivery Then settle with your book It’s not often that they all go out And you don’t have to cook. You can’t under estimate these special days Don’t miss them, don’t you dare!! Snatch them up and wring them out, The occurrence is so rare.