I had a wonderful today, I had a plan and generally kept to it.

A simple plan; plan out the morning in 20 minute periods of activity and in-between these activities 10 minutes of celebration, give yourself a treat, cup of tea, a bit of social media, read something, do nothing, enjoy the sun, the choice is yours, it’s your treat to yourself, enjoy.

We use the fridge door to write our shopping list, today was a list of 20 minute activities and a list of 10 minute celebrations.

I just noticed I had a celebration for staying in bed, well it is Sunday and I’d written this when I went to the kitchen to make the tea, and back to bed to enjoy my Sunday tea.

The purpose in doing this list was that yesterday I had a big depression, it was an odd depression, it didn’t feel like my good old depression, it was different, it was bigger than me, it felt like a host of depressions from all over the place, thousands or millions or thousand million depressions coming from everywhere. They were hitting me and I was frozen, I was desperate and didn’t know what to do.

The whole world seems to have gone depressed, it’s not surprising with COVID 19 knocking at the door like the grim reaper. I’m scared, you are scared, the world is scared.

What saddened me and inspired me was Ant and Dec on TV last night on Saturday Night Takeaway, they played to an empty studio that is normally full of people having fun. They performed extremely well but I felt a sadness in their hearts. It looked like Olly Murs was in tears watching the thousands of videos of people performing his song. We seem to be desperately alone with our forced physical distancing, ( I hate the term social distancing, it has bad undertone to me!) I feel we really don’t understand it and can’t really understand why, as these measures aren’t in our habitual understanding just yet. At the moment for many it isn’t about them as they haven’t witnessed COVID 19 personally, its something the that happens to someone else somewhere else.

I guess this will change as people start know someone unfortunate to catch COVID 19 or it my be themselves.

This depression Saturday morphed into a Sunday with two celebrations every hour. Today was fantastic, perhaps you could try having your own celebrations.