Last night I stayed up late staring at my iPhone, scrolling through Instagram,

I even looked up the #sex hashtag out of interest and couldn’t find one!

I suppose it’s banned.

There’s sex everywhere in media, but ooo no, you can’t hashtag it! Anyway. I’m a super novice at Instagram and almost never go on it, I was just in one of those aimless, can’t be f’ed states where you purposely waste time opening every app on your phone and simultaneously feeling shit about it.

Unsurprisingly, this morning I woke up feeling like crap, again.

Two days in a row, what the hell! I lay in bed for ages trying to decide if I should stay in bed forever, then dragged myself to hot yoga to try and get my energy back. But I hate hot yoga, so I just got hot and sweaty and felt like throwing a tantrum. At the end I felt even more drained. And extra annoyed at myself because life is awesome, there is no legit reason for me to feel average.

So then I went to my favourite organic grocer.

I justified to my boss (me) that I’ve been working crazy hours lately and Friday is my only client-free day, so why not take the morning off. Also I had no food in the fridge.

Came home, still feeling like shite, left vegetables and nut butters strewn all over my kitchen and sat down at the computer to put some music on, then opened Facebook, naturally.

There, lying in wait, I found a message from my godsister (daughter of godmother!?) in the UK:

“Andrea I’ve concluded your posts are literally changing the way I think about everything, I always find myself passing on the things you have written when I’m trying to give a friend advice. You truly have helped me in so many ways, I have so much to thank you for I feel a lot stronger because of you.”

Suddenly, all seemed well again!

What a bloody awesome message, it made me feel like all the work I do is totally worthwhile if it even just helps one person! Better get back to work and write a fricken post! And so here I am, writing a fricken post.

It reminded me of a friend of mine who suggested this idea of having a happiness jar for emergency shit days.

The idea was (I think) that you get a big jar (luckily I’m the queen of jars), and every time you get a compliment or a nice message, or something good happens to you, you write it down on a piece of paper and put it in the jar. So when a shit day rocks around (warranted or not), you take a piece of paper out of the jar and read it to cheer yourself up. Or maybe read the whole jar.

I think it’s genius, but I never thought I’d actually do it until today.

So I decided to waste some more of my work day (don’t worry, boss, I’ll work late tonight to make up for it) to make myself a

Bloody Good Life jar!

I’m very happy with myself.

I even hand-stamped the ‘Bloody Good Jar’ on it to waste some extra time. Mainly because it said “brown rice” underneath. I don’t eat brown rice anymore anyway.

If you’re feeling like getting a bit crafty this weekend, I highly recommend making a Bloody Good Life jar as a highly spirit-lifting and procrastinatory activity!

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have nut butter and cabbage to refrigerate.