Reasons to be cheerful

A bloggette today: five reasons to feel good about myself. 1. In spite of everything, I keep writing. While some might say this is not something to be proud of, I like to think it shows perseverence and a determination to improve. 2. Slowly but surely I am getting rid of decades' accumulated junk. Apparently this will feel liberating when it's finished, although at the moment I am just wondering where it all came from, since there seems to be no corresponding space in the cupboards I took it from. 3. By not conforming to modern standards of singlism, I am forging my own identity. No matter that this will end up as tweedy woman in bobble hat knitted from moulted cat fur. At least I am not walking about in a skirt shorter than my coat and no tights, so I am not going to contract pneumonia and be a drain on the National Health Service. 4. Although not stated explicitly on my job description, I seem to be the only person who can fix the fax maxhine at work. Apart from last time, when the most I could do was a post mortem. But I did it nicely. 5. I know all the words to Bowie's Young Americans, even the bit in the middle where he gabbles. It's not much, but it's a start. Oh, and I can write concisely when I want to.