dents

Today a photographer is coming into work to do headshots. I'm a bit bleary eyes as my parenting badge for last night involved a 4-6am stint cuddling a scared boy and suggesting upteen possibilities for getting back to sleep. I also, of course, have a massive zit on my chin, maybe the result of the inordinate amount of chocolate I have consumed in this emotionally difficult week. I'm trying to view it with pride - one of my own "dents" that make up my life's story. (I watched Cars 2 this week and love the idea that the dents we get from life's adventures with our friends are a source of pride, not something to be perfected).

Are you down to your last ray of hope 

Well they say that's the moment things turn around 

Don't you give up the fight you can cope 

You can be so amazingly strong 

And you can't let go 

You have come so far 

(from Martyn Joseph's Change your world)

The friend I rang in tears at the start of the week, when I was down to my last ray of hope, texted me yesterday to see how I was doing. I have ace friends. So many people seem to be low on hope at the mo. Maybe it's index linked to the sun? I find singing along to Madness helps, but everyone will have their own thing. Whatever dents you have right now, I hope you can see them as scars won from worthy battles, and celebrate your survival. All the dents, spots, scars and tearstains we have join our laughter lines and sparkles-in-our-eyes to make us the beautiful creatures each and every one of us are :D