Moving on

It’s been a bit gloomy at Housegoeshome lately, so I thought it was time for some positivity.

Let’s start with how awesome Dulux Glinks Gully looks on my walls. I am soooooo happy that I went with full strength, it’s fabulous.

I’m also looking forward to hanging some art on the walls. I’ve been given the name of a picture whisperer that I’m keen to invite over – when my bank account improves – to group my stuff stylishly.

And I found a nice fellow called Terry who has promised to fix my computer for a reasonable price. Yay! Although, I should probably hold off in my excitement until he actually delivers … in two days time … I even got to meet his mum yesterday, as he works from the family home.

Rewinding a few days … a tap on my shoulder at the traffic lights got me thinking about how lucky I am.

It was a bloke I befriended during my brief stretch of singledom and haven’t seen for eons. We bonded over our marriages imploding around the same time, then we both found love again and are still happily partnered. At first, I was slightly mortified to be caught wearing baggy trakkie daks without a scrap of make-up, not to mention being five kilos heavier with grey roots. I did not look hawt – why do women worry about that? I don’t think men give it a passing thought.

He asked if everything was going well in my life and I said yes, well, apart from being retrenched again.

And that’s the truth – I lead a good life. When I get a new job it will be totally fab.

I have great friends, a supportive family, two wonderful kids, I’m madly in love with my boyfriend, my dogs think I’m the bee’s knees (I don’t think it’s just because I feed them), I’ve been for two glorious swims in the ocean over the past few days, I move without pain.

All that stuff matters so much more than the blah people and crap incidents that have come my way. I actually feel sorry for the blah people, as bad behaviour is usually the result of having an unhappy life.

The dramas I’m battling at the moment are simply problems that can be solved. In my more exhausted moments I wish someone would solve them for me, but a lesson I’ve learnt with age is that’s not how it works.

Your problems are your own to solve, unless they’re the sort that require medical intervention or a mechanic or an IT specialist who actually knows what they’re doing …

Even then, the first steps to making it happen are yours to take. The people who love you will be there to support you. I am constantly humbled by the kindness of those around me, it far outweighs any unkindness.

Good things will come to me. They always do. I am the luckiest of unlucky women.

Song of the day: Madonna “Lucky star”