The Happy Gang

I’m in The Happy Gang. Literally. I joined it on Friday after chatting to founder Tamara on the phone. Her aunt is my lifesaving and brilliant assistant and over coffee, she told me about her niece who has overcome all kinds of adversities and is now motivating and inspiring people worldwide with her Happy Gang.

It costs just £5 a month (a bargain!) and for that, you get drafted into a WhatsApp group and receive two daily messages/videos from NotDrTamara, which is what she calls herself since life experience is her only qualification. She’s a bit like a UK version of Jen Sincero.

It’s only been a few days and I am loving it already. Last night she urged me to turn off the TV and write lists. There was absolutely no way I was going to miss the finale of Line Of Duty, but has it happens, it only took 15 minutes to jot down all the things I’d achieved in the week, a to do list of stuff I want to complete, how I would like to feel in the coming days plus seeds of intention to be planted on the New Moon (today).

I’m always berating myself for not achieving enough, but when I saw in black and white how much I’d got done in the past seven days, I felt like handing myself a medal. My efforts haven’t translated into hard cash, but that doesn’t mean they have no worth.

I wrote that I want to feel calm and confident in the coming week. I’d like to trust that everything is going to work out. On my list of New Moon intentions, I said that I aim to find a way to increase my earnings without an excessive workload and sort out my scruffy decor.

There were a few breathing exercises and an instruction to drink some lemon water (which I didn’t do, ooops) before I went about my business.

When I set off to see my Dad, I felt sure it was going to be a great day and it was. I got a lovely e-mail from a journalist I admire offering me a favour, I had a eureka moment on the work front and then spent the afternoon laughing and eating cake. Win!

Perhaps today was always going to be good, but what NotDrTamara did was set me up for it in the right frame of mind. I’m not on commission, but I’d urge you to join. It’s less than the price of a couple of coffees and is a bit like having your own personal cheerleader. Give us a G. Give us an O. Gives us an M and an E. Go Me!

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