I have a notebook entitled My Beautiful Book of Appreciation. In it I choose a subject, and I write all the things that I appreciate about it, or them- all the beautiful things that make it special. Just the process is so uplifting, and if there's a day I don't feel able to write, then I read it.

As an example,

My Rainbow Cardigan is warm and colourful. It is 10 years old and looks as good as new, and I would happily spend £50 on a similar one. I love the way it's wooden buttons gleam like smiling eyes in the sunlight. All the memories of wearing it make me smile, even the fact that my ex-husband had the "male" version of it, and so did his replacement. Though they have both vanished, the memories of the times we found ourselves walking somewhere in loud his and hers knitwear still raise a smile. My cardigan is so happy, and so me. It is from Peru, and means I don't have to wear a coat, even in mid-winter.

Nothing negative goes into my notebook, ever. It makes me more aware of my language all the time, actually. As always, I like to look on the bright side.