Self Help Junkie

This is but a snippet of the self help literature that I own. Self help is a BOOMING industry and when I mean BOOMING I mean billions of dollars are spent every year on books, apps, podcasts, seminars, TV shows, radio programs, blogs and taxi drivers. And at the moment they are all telling me to have a vision for 2018. And have a goal. And a plan to reach that goal and a coach to help me plan to reach that goal.

Get organised! Clean out all your cupboards and donate all the shit you buy to charity. Your life will be profoundly better if you have matching towels.


The television blares at you about the sales, so you feel the need to go and buy the new couch because it is twenty percent off. Max out your credit card and then realise that you have to buy four new pairs of school shoes in a few weeks and oh look, it is baked beans for dinner again.

I need to stop and ask myself, why do I need a why? 

“Know your why?” is HUGE at the moment and it is making my neck itch. “Knowing my purpose” is another one that makes me get the runs.  All this stress about how to avoid stress is manifesting itself in, yep…. stress. Thankfulness. Gratitude. Mindfulness. All of the things that you need to be to be a fully functioning member of the social media race, let alone human society.

I got up this morning and went to the bathroom only to find cat shit on the bathmat. Some days you can deal with cat shit. Today was not that day. I mindfully folded the towel up so that no faeces should touch my delicate skin and marched straight out into the bin where it was deposited carefully to avoid any splatter. (It was quite runny FYI). Seeing that I was at this point, wide awake, I decided that my exercise regime had to start again so I took off for walk. Of course I was listening to a podcast about being happy and setting goals and having a purpose and all of the things that we are urged to do, and my head started spinning again, with my negative self talk kicking in, telling me that I was just falling though life, not knowing my why…..

And then I saw an old lady tending her garden. She had a radio on playing some classical music and a hot beverage of some description sitting on her fence. She looked up at me as I passed and greeted me with the biggest smile and a cheery “Good Morning!” when all of a sudden it struck me.

I was totally overthinking EVERYTHING. I was looking for a quick fix in my self help obsession and my quest for finding happiness. My “why” is to get up each morning, write something down and be ok that I am ok. Not every day is going to be filled with happiness, and that’s ok too. There is too much pressure out there for us to “SMASH 2018 OUT OF THE BALL PARK!” and I am a little over it.

So my goal for 2018 is to try my best to be a fully paid up decent member of the human race. And stop overthinking everything. Mrs. Goodman is forever telling me “It is what it is…” and it is. And it was Johnny Carson who said “Happiness is finding two olives in your martini when you’re hungry.”

And so it is cheers from me, as I must away as my friend has just text messaged me from Adelaide airport to say her Labrador has gotten out and so a search party is assembling.

Do you have a goal for 2018?