People often associate exercise with losing weight. I find exercise most beneficial for its impact on my mood. It’s hard to be grumpy, anxious or stressed when all my energy is going into getting oxygen to my lungs.
I can’t listen to the Jackson 5’s first single, I Want You Back, and not feel good. I’m not sure if it’s the infectious rhythms or the image of their outrageous 70s multi-coloured jumpsuits from a 1971 tv-special.
Hot spa on a balmy autumn afternoon? Why yes, don’t mind if I do.
My love affair with utes blossomed only recently.
My Saturday paper ritual began when I worked Saturdays in the bookshop.
When I go to pay for the kebabs, the girl refuses my money. “There’s no charge,” she says. “No charge?” I say.
“You ask me am I happy/ Well as matter of fact/ I can say that I’m ecstatic”
It’s often said that a little bit of knowledge is a dangerous thing and much damage is done by those who mean well but don’t have the know-how to follow through.
I’d signed up for the #100happydays challenge, which involves capturing “happy” moments in a photo a day for 100 days, and was to begin in five days. Then I saw the birds.