Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you?

So, I’ve been out and about today. Got me a haircut. Play time? Oh yes. Big time. Makes me happy.  Gemma, my stylist is so talented. I recognise myself in the mirror. Mojo restored.

The thing is, the moment I gave up work, it kicked in. The very second you are a beholder to no one but the lap of the God’s, it’s happening

Olympic standard freedom.

Sure, things go pear-shaped, of course they do. A wobble with your health freaks out even the strongest amongst us.

Emotional and mental health are just waiting in the wings, ready for you to make the wrong move. Like chess.

So, maintaining the upper hand is key. There is only you, at the end of the day, to keep yourself on an even keel. Feel you can’t manage it? Please, seek help.

As you will have gathered, if you read any of my posts, I am grateful for small mercies.

Patch has definitely lost a marble along the way, but I’m here for him, big time. Joe, a previous companion, was struck with Cushings. It cost a fortune to keep him comfortable. But I didn’t go anywhere for the last two years of his life.

Why am I telling you this? Playtime is where you find it. Where you make it. I love rocking up here each day. It’s my happy place. I can still have fun at WordPress whilst watching over my best friend. 🐾🐾😍

I’m always here if anyone wants to chat…