I’ve lost my mojo. It’s absent without leave. Or, paraphrased from something I recently read, it’s switched the lights off and went out clubbing – without me. Not for long, but long enough for me to notice.
So let’s use a process of elimination to work out where it’s not: It’s not in the bed. It’s not on the couch. It’s not in the rhubarb crumble with custard. Trust me, I’ve looked. More than once.
Life without mojo is no good. It’s ok for it to goof off for a few hours, maybe a day. But not several days in a row. Me and my mojo need to talk. Eye to eye, heart to heart. It will probably say I haven’t been fun to be around. Bit gloomy and overwhelmed. Too much research on agents and publishers and not enough writing. Definitely not enough laughing and bouncing and seeing the world as an abundant place. Hmmm, put it like that and I would have probably goofed off too.
It’s kinda like Dr. Seuss’ fabulous Oh, The Places You’ll Go:
“You’ll be on your way up!
You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.
Except when you don’t
Because, sometimes, you won’t.
You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You’ll be left in a Lurch.
You’ll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you’ll be in a Slump.”
And on and on it goes… I love Dr Seuss! Have a look at this fab little video my friend Sarah posted a while ago:
So today’s mission is to find me mojo. Get my bounce back. I’m pretty sure it’s not in the porridge either. But the hungry girl says I better look again. So let’s go make porridge with mojo. Maybe a pinch of Paolo Nutini will spice it up. Alongside all my other favourite good mood tracks. Like Ace of Base It’s a Beautiful Life (walked off the aisle to that one). Or Footloose (first dance). A bit of Tiziano Ferro, a side of Abba. The Bongo song and Dolly Parton.
So was my mojo hiding in my iPod all along? Well, maybe not entirely, but it’s a step in the right direction.
Mind you, I’m not sure if an early morning jukebox session is music to Lilly’s little ears. But then again, it must be a damn sight better than the sight of a gloomy mummy…!
So let’s take that step to the right. Or was it a jump to the left?