LADIES’ COLUMN.

Thames Star, Volume LVII, Issue 15890, 31 July 1923, Page 2

LADIES’ COLUMN.

SOCIAL NOTES. Airs Boyd has been spending a few days in Te Aroha. Airs F. Hetherington who was in Auckland last week has returned. Airs Joyce has returned to Auckland. Airs E. Clendon left last week to spend a few days in Auckland. Airs G. Mayo of Hamilton has been staying in Thames. Miss Hawkins of Hamilton is at present in Thames. Airs Adam Wilson returned from her holiday yesterday.

A REMEDY FOR “BAD”. DAYS. (By M. L. TYRRELL.) Every woman knows what it is to have clays when the mere joy of living is so great that she feels almost inspired —capable of succeeding in anything she undertakes. Likewise all women knows what it is to have “a fit of the blues”—when nothing is right in the world ; when disappointment, despair, and a sort of hopelessness, which springs from, a tired mind, shadows the joy of life. Women with a great capacity for happiness generally suffer most when a “bad day” overtakes them. It is the natural law ; the higher we climb towards the great peaks, the further we fall back to earth if we have not provided suitable planes on which we may rest occasionally.^ The strange thing about “bad days” is that one always seeks, and and generally finds, a reason for them outside one’s self. By fostering this habit, bad days multiply m an alarming fashion, and the circumstances which one imagines to be the cause of them simply pile up on every side. The root of all evil is your own mind, here amie! Either you are master of y°ur own mind, or your own mind wi lead you by the nose. The present fashion lays the blame on the sub-conscious mind, but that ;is to big a subject to discuss m a few words. If you honestly want to rid yoiirself of “bad days” you must begin by realising that the power lies within yourself. When depression seizes you remember that thoughts are things and your thoughts create joy, happiness, despair, as the case may be. Think happily, even if the outside world is black, and your happy thoughts will not only prevent bad days, but will be communicated to the world. The effort of throwing off a fit of “blues” by sheer will power is hard at first, but easier when you have dealt with a few. You cannot always live on the high peaks, but, having decided that “bad days” are taboo, you can rest quietly on the planes, drinking m the life which teems around without allowing it to depress you. Each time you soar you will find yoursmf much stronger, able to judge youi capabilities better. And you will laugh contentedly when you remember those bad days which one dragged you down, and worse still, unconsciously influenced those around you. So banish them forever-not only for yourself, but for the benefit of the innocent people with whom you come in contact.