It’s February now and there’s so much to do Pancakes and love hearts And slow cooking stew. Those who did dry January Counting the days. Are having whisky for breakfast And lunch in a haze. Valentines cards pop up in the shops. Easter eggs appear Wrapped in foil in the box. The weather feels better, The home straight to Spring. Buds in the garden, When the flowers begin. Christmas seems distant, The first month so long. But you’ve done really well, Your resolutions stay strong. Blue skies are close now, It’s going to get warmer. So brush out the leaves From your best sun trap corner. Sit tight and be patient Dream of the sun. You’ll be complaining about the heatwave, When the Summer’s begun.
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.
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.
You’re in your twenties going out drinking with your friends. Sharing all the hangovers, thinking friendship never ends. Then one by one your journeys change Some choose family, some careers And suddenly you find yourself out of touch From those youthful party years. Be very sure you had those bonds Even though in a tipsy haze You strengthened each others girl power In those wild tight mini skirt days. And even though you live in different worlds now Those memories are respected Our friendships made us what we are We will always be connected.