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samyukthadiaries · 4 years

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A Little Kindness Goes a Long Way

I'm used to starting a post off with a picture, but not for this one. I'm used to reluctantly getting up early in the morning and rushing off to work but now I wake up at a time that suits me. My house has become an office and my dining table has become a desk. The bedroom is a school and the computer is a notebook. A lot of things have changed recently. The roads look a lot emptier and the houses more fuller. Many people are frightened of the future and their careers. And it's okay to be! Change can be a scary concept, especially when it happens so suddenly. At the beginning of the year I had no idea what was coming. I was planning a trip to Switzerland and a huge birthday party for my little one. So I was definitely not expecting a worldwide pandemic to crop out of nowhere and change my way of living. But is there anything I've gotten out of this time?

My older daughter took this picture in our garden. I never knew she had a passion for photography. Or that she can bake amazing cakes and cookies. Even she never knew she had an art for baking! (She takes after me :) ) Trying Out New Things. All this time has encouraged me to try out new things and do all the things that I never thought was possible. Like making this blog for instance. Me and my husband have been thinking about it for such a long time yet never actually made a move to make it real. But with all this newly found time to spare, I've finally been able to put it into the works and create this little space on the internet to share my healthy lifestyle and ideas with you lovely lot. It's amazing how far a small idea can go! My Perfect Little Life Was I really living my dream before all of this? Not really. There were a lot of things that I wanted to do other than my work. - spend more time with my kids -Have long family walks -Try out the bunch of recipes that I had printed out at work but were sitting on the table next to the front door. And so on, the list was endless. But now I actually do all of these things! The pile of recipes is now non-existent and every weekend is started with a long family walk through the farm near my house. Walking has quite literally changed my life. I'm finally able to say that I'm living my perfect life. Every ones goals are different and although we all want to achieve them, very few of us actually make the move. Now's the perfect time to start on all those little things you've always wanted to do but somehow never did. My Amazing Neighbours We live next to an old couple. I know some of my friends have little fights with their neighbours but our neighbours are literally the nicest people on this planet. We exchange cards and presents near Christmas and they're always spoiling my kids with chocolate during Easter! They will come to speak to us at every opportunity. But now they're so vulnerable to this virus and have been advised by the government to stay at home. Now I'm the one who's checking up on them at every opportunity. Giving them a call in the mornings and seeing if they need someone to run an errand to the shop. They hardly ever ask us for anything but it's the thought that counts. So they know we'll be there for them if they ever need help. A warm smile is the universal language of kindness And it's not just my family who are looking out for people whenever possible. There are kind acts happening all over the world! People are going out of their way to help someone. And it's really nice to see. Even when everyone is apart, we're still coming closer together as a whole. It's the little things like the Thursday NHS clap that happens in the UK at 8 pm for which my kids stand in the garden wearing their pyjamas and start banging loudly with a metal spoon and a bowl. (I think we're the loudest on the street!) And the nod we receive when we see someone on the street which seems to say it all, from how are you to don't worry, it'll all be over soon. We now all have something in common that has brought us together as a community. I know these are such hard times, when we don't know what's going to come next. And I really wish it will all end soon. But something that I hope will carry on is the kindness that we've adopted during this time. Even after life has settled back down, I'm still going to go out of my way to check up on my neighbours. And I hope to see all these little acts of kindness still happening in the background as we recover together. Read the full article

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hekate1308 · 6 years

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Welcome Home

I caved. Here’s my first Endeavour fanfiction. Enjoy!

It happens gradually. The first time it does, Morse has just recovered from a bout of the flu. He still feels a bit rough around the edges and tires easily, but he’s good to work.

DI Thursday doesn’t seem to entirely agree with him, but there’s little he can do about it.

Until Morse drives him home that night.

“Might as well come up with me and say hello to Win. She was about worried about you.”

“I’m fine, sir.”

“I know that, but she’d still like to see you with her own two eyes.”

He can’t really say no to that, and Mrs. Thursday does indeed shuffle out of the kitchen the moment the door opens.

“Hello Fred – Morse! You look a bit pale, dear. How are you?”

He assures her he’s completely recovered – he might be stretching the truth a bit, but he would never worry so nice a woman as Mrs. Thursday – and is rather confused when it all ends with his coat practically being peeled off and him sitting down with the family for dinner.

As he opens his mouth, either to protest for thank her for the invitation, he notices the sparkle in Miss Thursday’s eyes, Sam’s rather poorly hidden grin and even his DI’s playful smile and realizes he’s been played. Was the whole family in on it? Just so he’d have a home-cooked meal for a change?

As always, the food is delicious, and Mrs. Thursday all but forces him to clean his plate twice. It’s more than he’s eaten over the last week, with him being ill, and he supposes it will do him good, but it also, combined with the tea she brings him afterwards, has the effect of making him feel drowsy and comfortable, as if he could just drift off right there, and he rubs his eyes.

“You really shouldn’t be driving in your state” Mrs. Thursday frets, and he realizes he hasn’t hidden his sleepiness as well as he thought.

“I’m perfectly –“

“She’s right Morse, no point in risking you crashing the car. Might as well put your head down for a bit; it’s only gone eight” DI Thursday says, and that’s that.

He’s a little confused why Mrs. Thursday would hand him one of her husband’s old pyjamas for a short nap, but at this point he’s too drowsy to worry much about it, and the guest bed looks very inviting.

He still remembers to throw the duvet over himself a little bit haphazardly so he’ll eventually wake up.

Instead, he’s jostled awake an indefinite amount of time later by someone fussing with the bedclothes.

“It’s alright, dear; just go back to sleep.”

He’s alert enough to recognize Mrs. Thursday voice, but still feels rather exhausted and nods off again.

“He’s out for the night” Win reports to Fred in the kitchen. She’s sat up with the kiddies after an illness often enough; Morse just needs a good night’s sleep and a good breakfast tomorrow, and he’ll be right as rain.

Fred shakes his head. “I didn’t want him to come in already, but you know Morse. I’m rather glad he decided to spend the night.”

“I wouldn’t say he decided to; rather he crashed. It happens when one doesn’t take of oneself after being sick.”

“Morse never takes care of himself.”

“I’ve noticed.” The poor boy didn’t even tuck himself in properly. Well, she’s fixed that, at least.

“At least it’s Friday” Fred tells her, “He’ll have a good lie-in.”

“Not the only one in this house. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you’ve been feeling a bit under the weather as well.”

She kisses him, wondering how these two ever manage to solve so many crimes without supervision.

The nap was a good idea, Morse decides when he wakes up. He’s feeling much better than before, and even well-rested; for a few moments, he lies there with his eyes closed, relaxing, before rolling over and –

Feeling the sunlight on his face.

When he sits up, it can no longer be denied that it is, in fact, morning. He’s slept through the night.

He’s not surprised the Thursdays let him rest, but it’s all rather awkward; he’ll have to slip out soon –

The door opens and Mrs. Thursday enters the room, a tray in her hands, smiling and as friendly as always. “Morse! How are you on this fine morning?”

“I feel much improved, thank you” he manages to mumble, blushing. Certainly his boss’ wife shouldn’t be serving him breakfast while he’s wearing said boss’ pyjamas?

“There, a good English breakfast. That’ll have you completely restored in no time” she announces, setting the tray down on his lap. “Just put the tray on your beside table afterwards and get some more rest. No need to get up any earlier than noon, with everything that’s been going on.”

It’s rather difficult to protest against being pampered by Mrs. Thursday, and Morse decides that it’s for the best if he just eats his breakfast and afterwards beats a hasty retreat.

Only his treacherous body has other plans and he ends up dozing off again after all but devouring his plate, properly waking up around eleven.

Feeling somewhat guilty, he sees that Mrs. Thursday washed the shirt he wore yesterday so he doesn’t have to leave the house looking dishevelled.

When he comes down bearing the tray, Mr. and Mrs. Thursday are sitting in the kitchen.

“There he is. Good to see some colour back on those cheeks, Morse.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Morse. How are you feeling?”

“Very much better, Mrs. Thursday.”

“How often do I have to tell you? It’s Win. Here, let me just –“ She takes the tray out of his hands.

He clears his throat. He’s really overstayed his welcome. He’s about to make his excuses when DI Thursday says, “Joan and Sam are out with their mates, you know how it is.”

He doesn’t. He’s never really had any “mates” to go out with.

“Have been promising Win I’d be repainting the shed this weekend... Fancy giving me a hand?”

“Fred you are not going to rope your DC into doing housework for you!”

“It’s no problem” he assures her, “I don’t mind.”

Mrs. Thursday just called him his governor’s DC. Ever since his mother died, he’s never been anyone’s... anything really.

Except for that one time when he thought he was actually lucky, when he thought he might be getting married...

“I’ll gladly help sir” he says quickly to avoid remembering.

“Thank God” he breathes and Win – Mrs. Thursday glares at him.

“And just recovered from the flu, too! Fred, you better make sure he takes a lot of breaks, do you hear?”

“I wouldn’t dream of overworking him, he does that enough himself.”

Morse supposes their children are used to them bantering over their heads; he has no clue how he’s supposed to act. He was only twelve when Mum died, and his father and Gwen weren’t fond of friendly bickering. Most of the time when he tried to say something, he was told to shut up.

“I’ll go get one of Fred’s old shirts for you” Mrs. Thursday decides, “You can’t paint in this one.”

And so he ends up painting the Thursday’s shed, although his DI, just like his wife demanded, makes certain he doesn’t overexert himself. By the time they’re done – it’s about one pm – lunch is on the table and Mrs. Thursday has set the table for three as a matter of course.

“The children will get a bite to eat while they’re out, but I’m still used to cooking for four on the weekends” she explains as she once again heaps food on his plate as if it were his last meal.

He nods, deeming this the most appropriate response.

“You’re rather good with the brush” Di Thursday says, “Do you often paint houses in your free time?”

Morse shrugs. “My father and Gwen didn’t have much money. If something was broken, I usually ended up fixing it.”

“Don’t tell me they let you handle the electronics.”

“Not that, but most of the other stuff.”

Mrs. Thursday throws her husband a glance Morse can’t read. “At least now we know who to call. Fred has two left hands when it comes to –“

“I don’t think Morse needs to know all about that” he hastens to interrupt her and Morse can’t hide his smile.

They put another coat of paint on the shed after lunch.

“Oh, Win’s daffodils are slowly coming out” DI Thursday says all of a sudden and Morse follows his gaze to the small buds breaking through the soil.

“I wandered lonely as a cloud” he mumbles to himself.

“I know that one. Wordsworth, right?”

He nods. “Thought to have been written between 1804 and 1807, although it is thought to have been inspired by an incident from 1802 where he and his sister came across –“

He trails off. He’s learned that no one ever really bothers to listen to him when he starts to ramble, except for that one short period he believed he’d found someone –

“Daffodils, I assume” DI Thursday says as if he’s actually interested, and Morse finds himself telling him all about Wordworth’s adventures.

Sam and Joan return around tea-time; they have just finished with the shed for good.

“Hey, Morse” Sam greets him, grinning brightly. “Any chance you can come over more often?”

“We all know you are just glad you didn’t have to help, young man” Mrs. Thursday announces, “and guess who’ll cut the bushes after tea.”

“Me and Sam” Joan says immediately, although probably just to annoy her brother, who promptly flops down in a chair and groans.

He stays for tea too, partly because he feels a bit peckish after painting the shed and partly because there really does seem to be no point in him leaving now.

“Morse was telling me about Wordsworth” DI Thursday begins, “Joan, didn’t you have to write something about him at school?”

Miss Thursday sighs. “Yes. Don’t get me wrong, I like reading his poems, but assignments...”

“What is your favourite poem, if I may ask?” Morse asks.

She smiles at him. “My heart leaps up when I behold –“

“A rainbow in the sky; so was it when my life began; so is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, or let me die!” Morse continues.

“Good God, he’s a walking dictionary” Sam says and he looks away, blushing. It’s like Gwen always said, he shouldn’t have put himself forward, a lesson he didn’t even learn at college –

“I think it’s nice to have a young man in the house who actually likes to read” Mrs. Thursday says pointedly.

Sam shrugs. “Guess it’s just not for me.”

“Would you finish the poem, Morse?” Win turns to him. “I think there was more, but I’m not sure.”

He quotes it to the end and she beams. “Really a way with words, hadn’t he?”

Morse eventually leaves them after tea, despite Mrs. Thursday’s entreaties that he should stay for dinner. He only manages to get out because he promises her that he’ll have something to eat when he gets home (somewhat guiltily, since he hasn’t had time to buy groceries and the shops are about to close).

She remembers as he put his jacket on and hurries into the kitchen, returning with two sandwiches. He tries his best to refuse them, but eventually has to take them if only so he can actually walk out the door.

The whole family shows up to wave him off, and he’s left to reflect on the strangest Saturday he’s spent in a while.

Not for long, though.

Because it keeps happening.

Mrs. Thursday, formally content to wait for her husband indoors, makes a new habit of appearing next to the car when they arrive at the house, and her and DI Thursday usually succeed in getting Morse inside “for a quick cuppa” that invariably turns into a whole meal. Soon, he’s a regular guest for Sunday dinner as well.

A few months in, he has to go clothes shopping.

“New suit?” WPC Trewlove asks the next day.

He nods, admitting rather sheepishly, “I put on some weight.”

“Noticed you’d filled out a bit... suits you, really.”

He doesn’t know how to react to that.

And then comes the weekend his phone rings and he picks up to hear Mrs. Thursday.

“Morse – I really shouldn’t ask, but – I’ve set my heart on clearing the shed, now that it’s been painted so nicely, and all of my dears have decided to abandon me, and some of the tools are too heavy for me...”

Of course he goes to help her.

“I really can’t thank you enough” she says while they’re working, “The children slipped out of the house before I could blink and Fred is listening to cricket with some of his old friends.”

“It’s really no problem” he assures her. “I didn’t have any plans anyway.”

Except for hearing music and reading, but he can do that anytime anyway.

“Still, I appreciate it, Endeavour.” A moment later she breathes, “Oh, I’m sorry, Fred told me, I’m just not used to call people by their last names like that –“

“You can use my first name” he replies, surprised that he doesn’t mind when Mrs. Thursday does it.

“Thank you, but then it’s most definitely Win from now on. I won’t allow anymore of that Mrs. Thursday business.”

“If you insist, Mrs. – Win.”

She beams at him.

They are having tea when Sam and Miss Thursday return.

“We’re having scones?”

“Endeavour and I are having scones because he didn’t let a poor woman down in her time of need.”

Sam sniggers but immediately apologizes. “Sorry. It just sounds so... virtuous.”

“That’s the idea” Morse says mildly, pushing his plate towards him.

“You are much too nice to him, Endeavour.”

“My mother raised me to be kind, Win.”

“If Mum is Win, I’m Joan. I’m fed up with you calling me Miss anyway. I’m not your teacher.”

“I don’t call your father Fred” Morse points out.

“That’s different, he’s your boss.”

When DI Thursday returns, he raises an eyebrow when he hears Win call him Endeavour, but says nothing.

He gets used to it, and over time, becomes comfortable enough to introduce himself with his first name again.

Even if Jakes and Strange like to tease him about it, at least at the beginning.

One night after a particularly harrowing case, Morse caves and sleeps in the Thursday’s guest room again. Win pounces at that and from then on, he’s always offered the bed after dinner.

When he returns home one night he realizes he hasn’t been to his flat in three days. Several of his possessions have made their way to his governor’s home as well.

He shakes his head. Perhaps he should just move in with them. He cracks a smile, imagining DI Thursday’s reaction if he asked.

A few weeks later, he’s taken aback when, after Sam announces his decision to join the military, it’s Win herself who brings it up.

“Why don’t you move in, Endeavour? It’s not like we don’t have the space, and it’s more comfortable than your flat.”

She should know; she’s been over several times, usually wringing her hands over the non-existing contents of his fridge.

It’s only when DI Thursday agrees with her that he allows himself to contemplate the possibility.

A few weeks later he’s moved in.

That evening, he’s making tea in the kitchen when DI Thursday enters.

“A cup of tea, sir?”

“Yes, thank you, En- Mor-“ he stops and sighs. “Just call me Fred at home, alright? Take care not to do it at work, though.”

It feels too natural to object to it.

Sometime later, getting the newspaper in the morning, he sees Mrs. Hillier from down the street and a ladyfriend of hers struggling with their shopping bags and rushes to help them.

“Thank you, Endeavour”.

“You’re welcome”, he answers, gathering their bags.

“Millie, this is the Thursdays’ other boy.”

Endeavour just smiles.

After all, the description almost fits a little too well, these days.

#my writings #endeavour #endeavour morse #fred thursday #win thursday #joan thursday #sam thursday #basically the thursdays adopt him because i say so

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someoneesthings · 7 years

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What do you do when you feel sad? حد سأل كده علي quora و دي كانت بعض من الاجابات عشان منساش والاقي حاجة اعملها وانا زعلانه😌 Scott Danzig, Software Engineer at Lockheed Martin Written Feb 13, 2014 Originally Answered: If you are sad, what do you do to cheer yourself up? SLEEP Quite honestly, the most underrated cure for the gloomies is a good night's sleep. Often, a lack of sleep has a lot to do with WHY you're sad. Now, it's not going to work for everyone, but it's powerful. My experience is this: There was one day where all I wanted to do was sit on the couch. I was tired, and upset at a lot of things. I just didn't care. I knew it was unlike me to be this way. I'm nearly always the one that's always happy. But that day, I did not care about anything. I couldn't be motivated to do anything. I just wanted to sit there and be left alone. That was my one very small window into what clinical depression was all about. I was very worried about how long this feeling would go on. I finally brought myself to do one thing, and one thing only. Go to bed. I woke up the next morning able to smile. It was all gone, and I had slept so well. I had the energy to do whatever I wanted. I still remember what went through my head, but it simply no longer affected me. What a difference a good night's sleep makes! Now, I'm not going to pretend this is some sort of cure for clinical depression. While maybe I briefly experienced something similar, they're affected by a chemical imbalance in the brain that keeps them from recovering. They usually need medical help for that. But for everyone else, don't underestimate how important sleep can be on your general day to day mindset. Get enough sleep, and try not to dwell on anything too much until you've had a chance to "sleep on it". Promise yourself that after you wake up, you can feel however you want, but give your body a chance to help you first... to dull the pain, and make the world seem just a bit better. Oh, and looking at pictures of my cat Luna helps too :) If you’re interested in seeing more of Luna’s appearances on Quora, check out my blog, Luna's Scrapbook! Max Sim Li Chien, Anthropology Enthusiast, Puzzle Lover, Aesthetique Nitpicker Written Feb 12, 2014 Originally Answered: If you are sad, what do you do to cheer yourself up? Make good art. Neil Gaiman Addresses the University of the Arts Class of 2012 "Life is sometimes hard. Things go wrong, in life and in love and in business and in friendship and in health and in all the other ways that life can go wrong. And when things get tough, this is what you should do. Make good art. I'm serious. Husband runs off with a politician? Make good art. Leg crushed and then eaten by mutated boa constrictor? Make good art. IRS on your trail? Make good art. Cat exploded? Make good art. Somebody on the Internet thinks what you do is stupid or evil or it's all been done before? Make good art. Probably things will work out somehow, and eventually time will take the sting away, but that doesn't matter. Do what only you do best. Make good art. Make it on the good days too." And so one day when I was feeling down, I made this wallpaper to boost my morale: Nikitasha Giriyan, Getting stronger by each passing day.. Written Apr 29, 2016 Originally Answered: What you do when you are sad? Distraction is the best way to take your mind off the sadness. Indulge yourself in something that you absolutely love doing,unhappy thoughts would immediately disappear behind the dark curtains of your mind. The following are some ways that could help,as they have never failed to heal me . i.e. By, Reading a good book.Listening to happy music.Exercising/Jogging/dancing/Yoga.Shopping.Penning down thoughts.Doodling/Painting.Singing at the top of your voice.Meditating. Cheers! :) Sourabh Shubham, Self proclaimed expert when Sadness is concerned Written Feb 6 Originally Answered: What do you when you are sad? Answer to this question depends mostly on the situation, but in most of the cases, I try to get myself involved in some other task to forget about the situation which made me sad in the first place. But if the situation is too dark to forget, it becomes almost necessary to analyze it. Once I was sad because I was not able to score good in an exam. Later, I realized that feeling sad about it won’t help. I took it as a motivation to work hard in other exams. Then there was a time when I broke my arm while playing football. I felt pain. I was sad because I knew that I will lose 1 month precious time without using my arm. Pain and sorrow, both were complementary, but in the end they vanished. But there are some situations in which you don’t have any control. It is natural to feel bad about such situations. Death of a loved one, discovery of a chronic disease,accidents, etc. are not in our hand. One simply cannot overcome such situations easily. I may be too inexperienced to speak anything about such situations, but whatever I have experienced yet in my life, I believe that TIME will heal absolutely anything. The way we look at a situation will define the healing factor. Be strong, put a brave smile and soon you will see darkness fading away. Ayush Jain, Energy Geek Written Jun 23, 2014 Originally Answered: What could I do when I am sad? Here are sme things u can do.. Do something good for someone else, even though you may not want to. Do a favour, help them find something, give them an item which will help them in some way. Start the flow of positive energy. Eat the best chocolate you can get your hands on. In bed. Or in the bath. Turn up music you really love. Play it so loudly that it soaks in through your skin. Dance in your pyjamas. Feel the pain lift. Have a romance in your head. Volunteer. Buy a remote control for your camera & dip your toes into the pool of narcissism. Call a friend & ask them if they want to have a slumber party. Throw yourself head-first into a creative project. Something that you’re excited about but which feels a little too big for you. You’ll be so consumed by it that it will fuel you for ages. Do the splits. Or at least try. (Be gentle though!) Sing. Loudly. Badly. Off-key. Whatever you like. It works. The last time I was on my way somewhere really nerve-wracking, I was in a cab. The radio was playing & I was so anxious that the only way I could distract myself was by singing along. Loudly. The driver probably thought I was a total nut but I didn’t care & it did the trick! Cover your entire body in cocoa butter & fall asleep. Drink 2 litres of fizzy drink (pop, soda, you know) & stay up until sunrise. Write a list of things that you appreciate right now, in the present moment. Focus on each of them & let the love inside you well up. Even when things appear to be going really, really badly, there are always things to be happy about. (That’s one of the reasons why we do Things I Love Thursday — to help bring your attention back to the positive.) Indulge in your “guilty pleasures”, whatever they are. (Old episodes of America’s Next Top Model, ginger ale, chocolate cake, romantic comedies, etc.) Send a text message to one of the most interesting people you know — maybe someone you don’t know that well, just to say hello. Order delivery food, just to bask in the glory of the fact that if you pay people, they will come to your door. With food. Warm, good food. What an age we live in, huh? Look through old photos. With a friend if possible. If it’s an old friend, you can reminisce (“Oh my god, do you remember when we did that?!”), & if it’s a new friend, you can tell grand stories (“Well, let me tell you about this guy…”). Listen to old Motown hits. Come up with dance moves. Wear something sparkly & work it out. (DJ Z-Trip’s Motown Breakdown is an excellent time, too.) Write a gruellingly personal entry for your blog dissecting every aspect of the situation which has upset you so much. Post it, don’t post it, whatever, just get it out of your system. Plan a holiday. Write a ridiculous online dating profile & marvel at the people who come out of the woodwork. (“Oh, a threesome with you & your wife in New Jersey? Sign me up!”) Spend an hour in your variety store of choice, set yourself a budget ($20?) & buy some junk. Lip treatments, candy, maybe an exfoliating scrub… Then go home & play with your new purchases. There’s a reason it’s called retail therapy, you know (though of course, it doesn’t last). Wear a fake moustache all day. Think up nicknames for all your friends, then send them each postcards to alert them. Think back on the last really good sex you had. Think about it for an hour. Then do something else. Go out for a milkshake. Appreciate the dinosaur bones at your favourite museum. Grab a friend, dress up like tourists & go & do all the really schlocky things on offer in your city. Take LOTS of photos, & be sure to flash the peace sign in 70% of them. Stick little crystals on something you use every day. (Wallet, light-switch, key-ring, boots?) Buy a new pair of sunglasses or non-prescription frames. It’s a super-easy (& often relatively cheap) way to evolve your look. Plus sunglasses make for excellent on-the-fly disguises. Go to a yoga class. Surrender & breathe deep. Put on your favourite pair of high heels & walk up & down your bedroom/hallway doing your best Miss J impersonation. Have a friend or neighbour who is willing to humour you offer critique. “Girl, you walk like a busted-down freight-train.” Write multiple lists of everything you want. Material possessions, relationships, work, lifestyle, everything. Pin them up by your door so you see them all the time. Go through Urban Dictionary & find some fun/ridiculous new words to add to your vocabulary. Make yourself the biggest ice-cream sundae you’ve ever seen. Decorate it with hot fudge sauce, whipped cream, sprinkles, nonpareils, whatever you like. Take a photo. Give it a name (“Jane’s Orgasmatron Cardiac Arrest Sundae”). Devour. Maybe without using your hands. Take a photo of that too. Get your eyebrows shaped. Spend an hour in a department store sniffing perfume samples. When you find something you like, spray it on a card & drop it in your purse. Try break-dancing. Watch videos of flamboyant, successful people like Elton John or Michael Jackson & marvel. Eat animal crackers. Drink through a straw all day. If you get your hands on a straw which matches your outfit, so much the better. Plan a party with a theme that makes you feel really, really happy. Write a letter to yourself in the future. Then hide it. Maybe in the pocket of a coat you never, ever wear. Leave the house wearing just fabulous lingerie underneath a coat. With heels. (Note: if you are a man you may get accused of being a flasher if you do this. The world is cruel sometimes.) Pull a Kid CuDi & announce your retirement from the world of something. Like cooking, or vocal communication. Announce your unretirement whenever you feel like it. Buy a harmonica & annoy the hell out of everyone while you learn how to play it. Go wig shopping. Choose a festival (SXSW? Burning Man? Coachella? Wave-Gotik-Treffen?) to go to, invite some friends, & start making plans. Add diamantes to your manicure. Hula hoop. Buy some really good art for your walls. Posters, prints, original artwork or other. If you’re feeling impoverished, go to the library, check out some art books, then take huge, great quality photocopies at a copy shop. Listen to Never Better by P.O.S. from start to finish & revel in what a great album it really is. Load up your ipod & go for a walk through your favourite park. Visit a cool toy store & make your friend a surprise package. Reach out to the people who inspire you but who don’t know you exist. Write the birthdays of your personal heroes in your planner & work out a way to honour them on that day. Pie. Colour your hair. (You can always dye it back.) Notice where you hold tension in your body, & let it go. Visit some kind of religious institution & observe a service. Bake heart- or bunny-shaped cookies. Give them away. Be graceful. Be graceless. Make a video diary. Answer questions with questions. Try on a pair of really, really expensive shoes & act like you’ll be back tomorrow, but you’re just going to go home & think about it. (Bonus points: take a photo of you in them. Often you will need to be stealthy about this but it’s worth doing.) Record yourself trying to recite the alphabet while vigorously brushing your teeth. Flirt with entirely inappropriate people. Sing into your friend’s answering machine. (If you’re in the USA & use Slydial, it will take you straight to their voicemail.) Pour pancakes in the shape of your initials. Eat them while watching aerobics on television. Make friends with your neighbours. Think about how great it would be to name a shaggy dog “Toupee”. Go to an audition just for the experience. Tell someone cute, “You’re cute”. Sit in a sauna with a stack of fashion magazines & sweat it out. Find a secret place with a great view. Like a tree, or a rooftop, or a hill. Go & see a musical (or just rent one). Be optimistic. Buy ridiculous slippers. Make a list of the things you want to do to celebrate the upcoming season. Lie down in the sunshine. Pretend to be a dancer in a music video as you perform mundane tasks. Jiggle your way from the bathroom to the kitchen, shake it while you wait for your toast to pop, booty bump while you pick an outfit. Go to an aquarium & take photos of the jellyfish. Watch movies you used to love as a child. Book a karaoke room with friends & sing your heart out. Make a list of practical, actionable ways you can improve your situation. Start keeping a dream journal & write down their supposed meanings, too. See if you can develop an appreciation for a band or a style of music you’ve never liked before. Write a play. Go to vintage stores looking for fabulous old typewriters. Write the stuff you like about your body onyour body with a marker. Change your ring-tone to the sound of one of your friends laughing hysterically. Watch videos of Robin Williams or Eddie Murphy. Listen to Divine Harvest by The Mae Shi.Don’t be worried, everything will turn out fine. Don’t be worried, friend just put your hand in mine. Take a nap with your head at the other end of the bed. Walk around a garden centre & buy a colourful plant. Give it a name. Go somewhere that people walk their dogs & make friends with some fluffy creatures. Hug your friends. Tell someone everything. Believe that everything is always getting better. Fareeha Shams, Like A dandelion up through the pavement, I persist. Updated Aug 15, 2016 Originally Answered: What should I do when I feel sad? Here on quora, I give very selective replies to the A2As I receive because I don't want to mess up anybody's life. Every thing generally right can specifically go real wrong. I try put myself in the shoes of the person asking me the question. Your question is one of the very 'specific' types. I don’t know you and so I cannot judge what exactly will take you out of the gloom. Anyways I will try to help you with what I do when I get sad because, "One is very sad if one feels an urge to write about it." I'm telling you what I do when I feel sad. 1- If there is some reason behind my sadness, I go to some place alone and try to feel the emotion completely. I get one good cry. I don't shy away from the situation instead I let it flow. Once you have cried your heart out, you can think clearer. As 2- I write. I have been writing about my hurts when the only one I had were hurt ankles. I have a journal so I write and express everything. I don't fake it up in my journal. It knows all the darkness and all the truth about me. If you think keeping such a journal is not so private and you have some sneaky people around. One can always have an online journal. It is personal. Nobody reads your private stuff if you set up a good privacy settings and strong password. Here is a link to one of a kind of online journals : online journal & private diary 3- I try to get the hell out. In fresh air. Any place. Not crowded and green will serve the purpose. Nature is a healer in its own way. So I will suggest you to use your bicycle and go to the nearest park. Sit alone for a while. Silent and just breathe. You will feel better. 4- I talk to my friends about my issues quite less,not that I don’t trust them, it is just that I don’t wanna be a nag. But friends are one blessing. Talk to them.Even if you cannot share things or rest, you can always go out with them or have a sleepover. Such activities do help in taking your mind off of certain issues. 5- I read quotes at good reads. About hope, happiness, optimism. The words of the great and learned do magic to me. I dont know if you are an avid reader. But do read quotes on these topics, It gives you a new reason to look forward. Below is the link. Popular Quotes 6- Sing, Dance or play with your pet. All this reduces stress levels. Here is a video to explain this more. sing dance for depression 7- Draw. Art is a great form of therapy. If you are good at drawing make something of your own. Creativity is happiness. If you suck at drawing color and look at good paintings. like that of blooming flowers, mountains rivers. It gives such pleasure. 8- Eat chocolates or any other food that makes you happy. Give yourself a treat every once in a while. 9- Meditate. Not only when sad but meditate very often. It will not only make you feel better but also is good fof general well being. Just know that being sad sometimes is a part of being human but staying sad for quite long is not fine. If your condition is not improving. I had suggest you seek medical help.

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