The Little Things

Yesterday, I posted about depression, so it makes sense that today should be a little more positive.

Mr Woof - the old dog who just likes to be wherever I am.

There are some things that do make me feel especially good.  Not just the big things, like the amazing friends who gave me money and loaned me money for the move. (Which would have been pretty much impossible without them.)

Sometimes, it's a little thing that really makes my day. Sometimes, it's just the old dog who likes to be with me wherever I am, or a text message from my daughter. It's sitting with my son having a coffee and talking about what's on the news. It's my wonderful friend/upstairs neighbour/landlady bringing me a week's supply of vegetable soup because I have a cold. It's practicing the art of being a cat bed. It's getting a royalty payment of $8 for the month from my publisher, and realising someone has thought enough of something I've written to actually buy it. It's another lupie sending me a supportive message or saying they appreciate something I've done.

I could spend my life miserable about being in pain, being tired all the time, not knowing what the future will hold. But there's too much good in  my life to be miserable. And often it's the little things that make me happiest.

This post written as part of Wego Health's Health Activist Writers' Month Challenge.