Do you ever ask why you? Why the hell did your husband have an affair, why is your child sick, why were your parents taken from you so soon, why was your childhood so traumatic, why, why, why!? I’ve always been a “roll with the punches” kind of person but sometimes, especially when I see whole families together and the mum with a nice head of hair, I get sick of rolling with the punches and really want to punch someone or something instead!

I was reading an article today about Alopecia and the article stated that Alopecia affects only 2% of the population worldwide – how the hell did I end up being one of the few unlucky people to have this strange disease that only affects 2% of 7.6 billion people, what are the odds of that!!!

Why couldn’t it have been something else that I lost? I have always hated wearing hats and beanies but now I wear an itchy bloody wig every day, I have always been shit at being creative with make-up and as you can see from the photo above my fake eyebrows look bloody ridiculous!!! Why is it we often loose the thing(s) that are most important to us?

To be honest, I don’t think there’s an answer to this question. Life can be bloody hard work and everyone has lost things that are precious but as Gandalf says; “All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us” and I think that includes being careful not to allow the loses in our life to ruin the time we have been given.

When I’m having a sad day about my family being destroyed and my lovely long locks falling out, I remind myself that even though life can be shit sometimes I am lucky to be alive and I need to make the most of the time I have on this planet. I was blown away by the view as I was driving home from Yoga this morning, I am lucky enough to be able to attend (and do a bloody miserable job of the yoga poses) every week at my favourite spot in South Australia! As I stopped to take a photo of the view I felt incredibly grateful for where I am right in this minute, maybe if I hadn’t lost some fairly important things in life I wouldn’t be so good at appreciating the small things in life? Who bloody knows? 🙂