14. I’m storing up the good stuff…

This past week has been a most excellent week. For the first time in a very long time I feel like I belong to the body I’m in. I don’t hear myself groan as I walk up stairs or wince as I sit. Tiredness doesn’t creep up and knock me out unreasonably at reasonable hours. My counterfeit smile has been replaced with the real deal because at long last, I can see my reflection and recognise it as my own. I’m back.

Lucian Lupus has taken leave. Perhaps he’ll return with a vengeance just to spite my mood, but when he does, if he does… I’ll be ready for him. I’m going to bottle this favourable feeling and use it as a tonic to fight his mighty malaise. I’m bottling this feeling for some rainy day PMA.

The words below are a potent rescue remedy, to be used in cases of emergency. (Penalties for improper use apply.)

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Look lively Lush, and don’t for a moment dwell on what’s wrong with the world. What possible good can come of focusing on your own ill-feeling and all the answers you don’t have. Look past the time you got ripped off, left out, or made to feel small; that time you were called up first or not recalled at all. Don’t eat food that isn’t completely delicious, just because someone somewhere told you that it’s good for your third intestine. Forget about the texts you shouldn’t have seen, that email you wish you’d sent and the time your heart was shattered into a thousand tiny pieces. Listen to your gut before you listen to advice from strangers, because your gut knows you better than they do. Call mum because she probably knows more than your gut. Don’t lust after snazzy expensive things you can’t afford– they won’t make your cheeks hurt from smiling, no matter how snazzy. Stop wishing it hadn’t happened to you, or could happen for you, or wondering why it happened for them instead. Don’t long to turn back a clock that’s impossible to turn because your life didn’t quite go as your sixteen-year-old self had planned. Your sixteen year old self wasn’t as wise as you are now. Enjoy the plot twists. Eat donuts even though they probably want to kill you, because there’s no joy quite like jam dripping from your chin. Eat fruit too. Don’t turn a blind eye to sights you’d rather not see; be mindful of the bigger picture you’re in. Be kind. Wear comfortable shoes and red lipstick. Be thankful for the friends that love you even when you’ve got nothing funny to say, and forget about the ones who have so easily forgotten you. Listen to Taylor Swift and shake it out. Worship at the alter of Saint Luke who is the slowest cook in London, but will always deliver a wonderful meal in two to three hours (AND wash up.) Laugh at the impeccable timing of a punctured tyre in the rain. Laugh a lot. Smile at people because more often than not, they will smile back and it feels good when they do. Enjoy the warmth of your electric blanket, that’s warmer still because it was an unexpected gift. Steer clear of strangers on Instagram who only ever look tanned, ironed and dead behind the eyes; they may have a beach house in Miami but they have no idea how good the view of London is from the 88 bus. Relish in the bits of your body that are behaving as they should and use them wisely. Use your brain most of all; challenge yourself to use it some more (and when you’re tired, watch videos of the Honey Badger on You Tube). Read words that inspire you and watch Ted Talks about things you don’t understand. Understand that life can be cruel, but no amount of melancholic musings can stop that, or help at all. When your mood turns sour, it’s time to count your blessings and make sure you count them twice. You are responsible for your own happiness and you are capable of finding it, even in uncomfortable shoes and situations. You really don’t have far to look.

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I’m off to see The Super Doc next week – if he doesn’t tell me that my medication is working, I’ll eat my hat, and his.

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The bright side.

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3 thoughts on “14. I’m storing up the good stuff…

  1. The winds of grace are there all the time You just have to raise your sails to find them….. And the views from the No. 88.

    Darling Leonie, I am overjoyed and overwhelmed with happiness for you and those you love….. I will eagerly await Post 15. Until then lovely girl, welcome back. Tons of love to you (& Luke) Linda xxxx

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