Break the wrist, walk away. Break the wrist, walk away.

This week is turning out to be a real crap fest. Epically crappy. This is the kind of week that makes us want to crawl into whatever space it is that we retreat to and go into what I call turtle mode. “No one here! Just this hard shell! Gave at the office! Thanks! No hablo!”

Of course, the turtle shell is a total cop out. I just need a minute to breathe. I’ve learned to figure that much out. We have a tendency to over complicate being happy. We try to hard. I have a girlfriend and it is nearly painful to watch her continually search and search. Sadly, she keeps looking in all the wrong places and we just have to wait it out until she sees it.

We know how to be happy. We know what to do when the enormo crap fest is bestowed upon us by someone (or a group of someones) who have no concern about dropping that skippy little load on us. The problem is that we forget. Like we forget where we put our cars keys or why walked in a room. It’s that easy. “What did I need to get at the store” is no more complicated than “How the hell do a get stop from getting in full on funk mode?”

We all have little things that can snap up back to reality. I call it the “Your Life Does Not Suck List.” No, really. This should be your tool kit. Use it like that trusty friend that you can call and say, “Come over. My day sucked. Bring vodka.” And boom! There they are. Awesome.

Get started on yours. Write down every thing that snaps you back. List things you can go to quickly and get a fix of that quick sigh and exhale of breathe that makes you feel everything is juuuuuust fine. What can you do for yourself that brings the scales back into balance?

For me, all it might take is to spend 30 minutes with a play list that I made for my iPod that is about 10 songs that define my life. You know, because we forget what our lives are about. I can just sit on my couch with nothing else going on and listen. Huge advocate of giving yourself 30 minutes. Every song starts with me saying some kind of “Ohhhhh.” Really, like I hadn’t heard the song in years.

Sometimes I have to keep goingdown the line. I may need to allow myself time to  sit on the patio with a book. I may need to go mill around a nursery checking out plants and flowers and making some plans for the next great backyard adventure.

What works for you? What’s on your list?

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