According to a not so recent article, the amount of times you smile and the intensity of your smile can make the difference between a lasting relationship and a divorce. I think this can be applied to all sorts of situations. I deliberately smile at frowning people when I’m feeling depleted on the trip home and it picks up my mood.
I try to laugh off everything when I’m getting stressed. Except on my annual cleaning spree. Such as today. Then I don’t laugh, I dust, wipe and don’t you damn get in my way or I will plough you over. Yeah, I’m tired. But it’s over and I’m back to smiling.
So hello world! Tash is back after the last six bleach-scented hours.