92 year old shares 5 rules to happiness


The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o’clock, with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied, even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready.

As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. “I love it,” she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy. 

“Mrs. Jones, you haven’t seen the room …. just wait.” 

“That doesn’t have anything to do with it,” she replied. “Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn’t depend on how the furniture is arranged, it’s how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. It’s a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I’ll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I’ve stored away, just for this time in my life.” 

She went on to explain, “Old age is like a bank account, you withdraw from what you’ve put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories Thank you for your part in filling my memory bank. I am still depositing.” 

And with a smile, she said: “Remember the five simple rules to be happy: 

1. Free your heart from hatred. 

2. Free your mind from worries. 

3. Live simply. 

4. Give more. 

5. Expect less.”


Don’t worry, be happy




“Hippie mumbo jumbo”, right? WRONG.

I encourage you to read this thoroughly interesting article for yourself. Here’s the link.

If you can’t read it in full right now, here’s the snapshot version:

UCLA neuroscience researcher Alex Korb explains:

Everything is interconnected. Gratitude improves sleep. Sleep reduces pain. Reduced pain improves your mood. Improved mood reduces anxiety, which improves focus and planning. Focus and planning help with decision making. Decision making further reduces anxiety and improves enjoyment. Enjoyment gives you more to be grateful for, which keeps that loop of the upward spiral going. Enjoyment also makes it more likely you’ll exercise and be social, which, in turn, will make you happier.  


Just keep life simple (Warning: contains swearing)

Ugh. Today was one of those days. You know the kind. You’re just left at the end of the day feeling wound up over the little stuff you’re told not to sweat. And usually you don’t sweat it. But sometimes, some days are just fucking annoying. Irritating. Irksome.

Yesterday I returned to my wee “Office Junior” job after being off for most of the school holidays and the first thing I noticed was the back log of filing. No biggie, I got stuck into it. There was quite a lot of communication back and forth between surgeons for a particular patient and also test results, but I couldn’t find her file in the cabinet. So I looked at our appointments on the computer and realise she is seeing a surgeon that day, which means her file will be with that surgeon. Not much I can do about that, I stick the papers back in the filing tray.

Today when I arrive my (narcissistic) co-worker says, to no one in particular, “We must really keep on top of the filing.” I stopped in my tracks and said “I did the filing yesterday and will be doing more today..?” To which she says, “Oh yes, but we really, really must keep on top of it.”

I didn’t say it, but I should have responded with, “I can only do the filing when I’m here. When I’m not, I can’t control whether it’s being kept on top of.” ARGH. She’s very passive aggressive and so critical. I just looked at her, I couldn’t speak because “What the fuck?!” would have popped out.

I also had the “What time are you staying til today?” But before I could reply, the sweet, high pitched little girl voice gets turned on and says, “5:30? Pleeeease?” She knows I have to leave at 1:30/2. Then she makes some comment about wanting a holiday but how she can’t go because I can’t cover her hours. But wait, there’s more! As I’m leaving, I get asked if I had managed to get hold of a certain patient…she knew I hadn’t been able to!! But by asking, she’s making the point that she thinks I’m inadequate.

Until now, I’ve gotten along fine – my SIL taught me a lot about manipulative behaviour – but it just got to me today. Grr.

Then I had to drive to pick my kids up and take them to their first game of Futsall for the season. I’m co-coach of my son’s Team. My SIL (we do not get along) turned up without shinnies (shin pads) for my 5 year old nephew. I’d already loaned two spare pairs to other players who’d turned up earlier without them…I had none to offer my wee nephew. The rules state if any player goes on without shinnies, the other team automatically receive a goal, per non-shinnie player.

A little daunted with coaching for the first time, and coaching Year 1 children, I realised I was going to have to put my big girl knickers on and ask my SIL if she had shinnies with her, or not.

She took a moment to answer me, in fact, I wasn’t sure if she was at all, and when she did it was a very cold, abrupt “No.” And of course me being the helpful, people pleaser I suggested perhaps an older sibling playing a later game may have shinnies to loan my nephew. Before I could completely finish the sentence, she replied very curtly, without even looking at me once, “No, he will be fine.”

Really? So many thoughts were racing through my mind…the main thought being, does she really not give a shit her dear wee boy may get hurt at his first ever game of Futsall? And if so, may never want to play again? Her pride, because she would never take my advice of borrowing from someone else, is more important than her son’s shins. What. The. Fuck.

So I walked away and rallied the kids, who had a great first game! And luckily no one was injured.

But seriously folks, why are people so fucking complicated. Keep it simple, keep it kind ffs!

Rant over. Apologies to those potentially offended by the swearing.


First game of field hockey

Soooooo…wow…I’m not sure what to say!

My first game of field hockey was…fun, funny, and…tough!

I need to work on, well, everything lol. Having never played before, I need to learn how to hold the stick better, get lower, work on explosive speed and change of direction!

This is my first training task:

Anyone else have any tips for me??

5k race & 1st ever hockey practice

Yesterday I ran 5k, and of course yesterday was the day I was dropped a hay fever bomb. Sigh. It was horrible but I made it in 36 minutes. At least I put myself out there and did it. As a wise friend said, use it as a benchmark. 

In the afternoon, I then had my first ever hockey practice! It looks scary as a spectator but it’s not as scary when you’re in it. It was fun! Though of course I fell 😂

What a great active day! 

Today the kids go back to school for the final term of the year. While it’ll be nice to get some alone time, I do love the school holidays! This morning I am off to my first ever public yoga class, I’ve only ever done yoga in the privacy of my own home. Humiliation time lol!


My new addiction

Can you guess what my new addiction is? 

Hint: It has left me with a sore arm, sore fingers where I have pressed too hard and/or for too long, and an incredible sense of contentment. 

C’mon play, don’t leave me hanging! 🙏