intro

Who am I? I'd like to think I'm an independent woman, healthy, in fulltime work who has interests, a son, partner, step sons, friends and family.

I could also be a frustrated housewife , mother and worker. Sick of waiting for  A N Other to do the cooking, cleaning, fridge defrosting, sheet changing and phoning for an electrician.

Well, I read Oliver Burkman's 'The Antidote' and it's given me a different perspective on life.

No motivation, positive thinking or waiting for inspiration. I just get on and do it. The achievement, no matter how small makes me feel better. Also, if I lived on my own I'd have to do all the above chores anyway.

I can also escape mentally and physically when I go running in the local hills. My mid filters and rationalises.  I can fantasise about the life I think would be ideal, plan new beginnings and drastic, selfish life changes.

Yesterday on my run I thought about smelling salts. This I think, was triggered by a FB post about Grandma's record collection and 'Bell Bottom Blues'. The smelling salts were kept in the huge, floor to ceiling cupboard on the left of the chimney breast. Shelves so deep that small arms couldn't reach the back. To get to the smelling salts a settee arm had to be climbed on and various odds and ends, bottles and crockery had to reached over.
The bottle was about one and a half inches (this was the 60's) high and half a inch wide with a screw top. It contained turquoise blue crystals. Beautiful to look at.

Four sisters ranging from 5 to 10 years were not averse to playing tricks on each other. The meaner the better. There was a reason for the salts being almost hidden. The satisfaction of wafting the open bottle under a sister's nose was well worth the risk of being caught balancing on the arm of the settee