There. I said it. No, no, come back. I haven’t been overcome by the smell of Febreze and the soundtrack of YogaZone on the telly.
That rustling isn’t long purple robes, although now you come to mention it, they would be very fetching and, um, forgiving.
Anyhow, come and sit down on these beanbags and I’ll tell you all about my theory.
If you write about the good things in life – even if you have to think really, really hard to find some – it’ll make you feel better. Truly it works.
Equally, if your blog is a catalogue of misery and disaster (sometimes, I know, a little splash of rain is unavoidable) then it’ll start to pull you down. Even if it is pant-wettingly funny misery and disaster.
You know what happens, you get a laugh, comments and empathy from blogging about how rubbish your husband is – the one you promised yourself to above all others. The same thing happens when you, oooh, say that your children are brats with snotty noses. So you start looking for the funny things to bung in your blog for more of the same. You begin to concentrate on losing your temper, on the time your house was a big old mess, on being late, hassled and upset. As it happens you focus on the emotion, the tears, the screaming – oooh colourful adjectives fill your head and you dash to your computer to blog. “This one’ll be dynamite,” you mutter.
Ping you push the ‘publish post’ button and, before you know, it your cyber chums are LOLing and liking and commenting. They love it. You see, while they’re probably lovely people they quite enjoy the fact that your catastrophic life is more out of control and malodorous than theirs.
What happens when you turn it round? Start to look for the fun, the unexpected gifts and the things to be grateful for. Almost every experience can teach you something, and that has to be worth having?
A year or so ago it’s fair to say I was in something of a funk. I was so busy trying to de-funk myself that I started fretting about the fact I wasn’t paying my children enough attention and that led to further funkery. I started blogging about them – just one positive thing about each of them every day, it would only take a minute.
And guess what? It worked. I started watching them for charming, clever and heartwarming little gems I could blog about. And soon I was so busy watching the children that I didn’t even notice that the funk had all but funked off.