It's a Beautiful Day.....Don't Let it Get Away

Well Blogbods, what a crackin weekend was had by all here at Towers Inc. It was, in fact so fab that it even seemed to last heaps longer than it should have done...you know those days that come along every now and again that are magical because they seem to let you extract every single minute and turn it into a moment that completely pops and sparkles with smiley happy deliciousness.
Today I kinda want to talk about the way we fail to make these 'Sparkle Days' (for that is officially the new name for them) important and, although we appreciate them and acknowledge them to a certain degree when they come around, they remain a 'now and again' occurrence, a 'flash in the pan', an anomaly. That got me to thinking: "How can we make it a habit to stop for a minute (baby I'm so glad you're mine....Whoop, There It Is! That's a song lyric coming atcha right there...you know by now there's ALWAYS a song lyric!) and, you know 'smell the roses'. Aha, that old cliche, but it really is true Blogeroos.....how do we turn those WOW WOW WOW days/moments into less of a random act of fabulocity and more a case of "Hell yeah baby, this kinda funky shit happens to me all the time..."
The song lyric is from a seriously guilty pleasure (you'll find it at the end of the post) I apologise here and now for it is right royally dripping with cheese, but for some reason, I have always loved the lyrics and you should give it an open minded listen. I feel it rings true both for my relationship with The Chief, but also for the two Bodleteers.
Life can be shit for lots of people in more ways that one can possibly imagine. We might be too fat, too poor, someone has been mean to us, we're trapped and going nowhere, that dress you really wanted has gone and feckin sold out, you are undervalued at work, you struggle to make social connections and are lonely, you're angry at life, you want what you can't have and so it goes on......yep it can be a big, heavy bag of dog wank we have to carry around with us, but someone will always try and piss on your parade....the trick I've learned is the only let the good stuff in. Surround yourself with positive people and make a point of channelling your inner Judy of Garlandsville (ahh yes...a pill popping maniac and a bit of a gin hound to boot she may well have been, but she was the original trailblazer for the old: "Fake it to Make it" mantra I hold so dear)
Some of the best days I've had in my life have been planned: My wedding day, the births of both my Bodlets (induced both times in case you were wondering...) arrival in Godzone to live forever and ever, etc etc. But, I think some other seriously memorable ones that have brought me amazing satisfaction and pleasure and fun in abundance have been the randoms. The spontaneous, off the cuff, "What'll we do today Mary?" kind of days where the magic just happens. We had so many days like these when the Dapper Don Disco Daddy and his Teenage Kickstart were over (mainly because when I'm around him, his "I'm so laid back I'm feckin horizontal" vibe rubs off on me and I slow down the pace of life a bit (My hamster on it's wheel is more than a little bit glad of that!) but the thing is, those are the days we still reminisce about. So, whatever's going on in your life, good, bad or indifferent...stop for a minute and remember those roses. Enjoy 'em now because soon they'll be gone and you'll have missed them. I try so hard to do this with my Bodlets and it's so hard to remember because life gets in the way, but I'm determined! Live in the now Blogbods...it's a Beautiful Day...so crack on eh?
Soundtrack: U2 love it and it reminds me of watching the footy at a normal time of day :-)
Guilty Pleasure track: Amy Grant (I know!!!...cue incredulous look...) and for the hat trick, you lucky buggers...Judy Garland sing it, baby! Now we out......xxxxx