I have a book in which I write daily. I call it my 'happy book'. In it I list everything that has made me happy, pleased about or grateful for. A lot are family, dog related, but also simple things, seeing a poppy field in bloom, watching the stars come out, music or a glass of wine with H.
T suggested I do this, I started it in Jan and have almost filled my first book. I have another ready to write in. T told me to buy a nice book, something I would like. My first book has a Winnie the Pooh theme, on the cover is a picture of Eeyore and the saying 'some days just don't let you stay grumpy'. It seemed so apt at the time. My next book has butterflies on and in it. I think it is quite symbolic as therapy is coming to an end and I see myself as being free like a butterfly.
I can see my 'happy book' becoming a lifetime ritual and I can almost visualise my girls reading them and laughing at some of the daft stuff which made me smile.