My guess is that you clicked on this blog to read about my failing marriage, you’re intrigued and want hear the inside scoop. (Unless you’re my Mum and probably balling her eyes out after reading the heading)
It’s strange isn’t it, why are we so obsessed with other peoples business?
Why when things go wrong for people we tend to love the juicy gossip and are instantly engaged?
It’s like we enjoy the failure of others.
Does it make us feel better?
Maybe?
Does it helps us forget out own lives for a bit?
Perhaps?
Does it helps us feel less alone, people going through the same fucked up shit as us?
Could be?
Or maybe we are just a bunch of arseholes?
If the title of this blog had of been ‘Happiest I’ve ever been’ I guarantee the click rate would be absolutely shit house – no-one wants to know when you’re doing well, not that many people really care!
Imagine if we put the energy into being more positive to ourselves rather then absorbing the garbage that is propped up in front of our face all the time?
Having amazing conversations about dreams, hopes and goals with amazing people.
Work hard in a career you fully enjoy where you can grow and unleash your full potential, not one where you hate it so much you bitch about Karen who left her coffee cup on the bench in the lunch room without washing it.
I feel like by making these small shifts of positives in our daily lives it will allow us to out grow the people that only want drama, you know the people that drain all the energy from you – the only way to make these shifts is to become more aware of it.
Every time you catch yourself being negative towards a person, situation or thing I want you to be aware of it then instantly think of 2 things you are grateful for.
The world is already filled with enough mean people who want to see you fail – don’t be one of these people – recognise your strengths, be grateful for what you have and don’t worry about what anyone else is doing.
Oh & BTW although my husband drives me crazy by leaving his dirty clothes NEXT to the washing basket and continually leaving chewy wrappers in my car and of course dishes on TOP of the sink rather then IN the dishwasher I bloody love him and wouldn’t change him for the world, we are doing amazing things – he is my soul mate and I can’t wait to grow old with him, so sorry to disappoint no failing marriage here ladies! Just a click-bate title to prove a point 😉
Stay Strong & Stretch,
Tel x
talkingwithtel 
Good points here. I love the word, “arsehole,” which is just funny in Texas. My kids crack up any time they read “arse” or “bloody” in Harry Potter. And I’ll be sure to put my cup in the dishwasher.
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