I was thinking today about the various things that people tell you, to help you through a sticky patch; to encourage you, or simply to impart the pearls of wisdom which are the result of years spent rolling the gravel in their mind into something prettier.
The following are a short list of my favourites:
* Go and read a book.
*Listen to the Woman’s Hour podcasts if you can’t sleep.
*Walk. Get outside, get the wind in your face, and remember how great bit huge the world is.
*Swear. Swearing is seriously underrated. The resounding satisfaction of a well-timed swear word should not be sneezed at. Especially four letter ones heavy on plosives.
*Call someone. Anyone.
*Half of everything that happens to you is luck. The key to getting the other half is turning up.
*When all else fails, really fails, and you don’t feel as if anything will ever be ok ever, ever again, go to sleep.
And please, please be kind to yourselves. The neighbours who live down the road and have a parrot sitting in their living-room window have just affixed a SAD lamp to its cage, and that doleful picture has made me certain that it is now autumn, all drawn in nights and cold hands. So please, for the sake of the depressed parrot, be nice to yourself.