Grateful for your honesty

Today I don't feel like writing a gratitude blog!! I haven't for the past few days. That's the trouble with these sorts of gratitude blogs, you start off with fabulous intentions but end up running out of time, getting bored or not feeling like you really have anything to say. And that's ok - it's good to be honest about where I'm at and what I'm feeling.

It has been a long week and it's the time of the year where everyone is a bit grumpier, people have less patience in shops, on the road and in general. So I have to be honest with those around me and tell them that sometimes I get grumpy and over it. I'm grateful that I can express my feelings honestly, in a nonjudgemental way....when I do this, the feelings lose power and I am free to behave in a more rational, functional way.

Here's to losing your marbles occasionally, so that you can pick them up again and get on with life xx

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