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Do you sweat the small stuff? Can a bad hair day send you into a rage? Will a broken nail bring on a tantrum?

Be honest, most of us have succumbed to the temptation to lose control and react badly over relatively minor mishaps.

Those little specks of disappointment can grow into mutinous mountains quite fast.

I used to become unravelled but happily have learned to laugh at these things now. As I age, I am rewarded with a constant stream of hilarity as gravity, grey hair and wrinkles take hold.

When the number on the scales is not what I’m hoping for, I make sure and write in my grateful diary that I’m happy my issue is wanting to lose weight, and not how can I afford the next meal.

I spent a lot of time in my youth unhappy with my appearance. I was thinner then, but I’m smarter now.

Are you able to laugh at yourself?

Some of our favourite celebrities have learned the importance of laughing at themselves.

Read on for a look at the funny side of life when things get hairy.




A stranger once taught me that if you can’t see the bright side of life, look for the specks of happiness along the way.

It all started with the mo. I’m one of those lucky ladies who would be sporting the most luxurious moustache if I didn’t resort to waxing and plucking.

Several years ago my son, with the honesty of an 11-year-old, told me that it was time to get rid of my mo.

“It’s really showing Mum”, he said, just before an appointment with his tennis coach

Needless to say, I couldn’t face the coach – not while I looked like a creature from the Planet of the Apes. Talk about a bad hair day!

I rushed home and literally ripped the hair from my face using wax strips.

Sadly, I was too rough and had only succeeded in replacing the mo with swollen, red skin.

Great, now I had a red mo.


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It was still stinging and red the next day when I had to go to work.

No amount of makeup would hide it.

I spent the entire day faking a cough to excuse the fact I had my hand permanently stuck to my mouth, hiding my upper lip.



So stressed was I about the mo that I misinformed several clients about an important date and had to call them back and apologise.

As most of the customers were elderly people with memory problems I felt rotten about adding to their already confused state.

Then I jammed the photocopier and after going through enough paper to tree an entire forest, the machine decided to shut down completely.

While writing appointments in the diary I managed to mix up the dates, which screwed up bookings for two weeks.

By now I had broken the photocopier, sent kind old ladies into a state of anguish and put more liquid paper in the diary than there was paper. Yet the day had just begun!

I was meeting a friend for lunch, but my neck had gone into spasm from the stress so I asked her to drive but use my car as her’s was “always breaking down”.

First stop was the optometrist to get my first pair of reading glasses. As I was ranting and raving about the unfairness of getting “old-age” glasses, completely oblivious to the fact that all the young staff in the shop wore glasses, the adjustable chair I sat in immediately plunged to the ground under my weight.

I quickly realized that bursting into tears could only add to my humiliation so opted for hysterical laughter instead.

My friend had no choice, she was also on the floor, not from trick chairs but from spasms of laughter that left her helpless.

We left the optometrist for some real retail therapy but hadn’t even gone two blocks when my car broke down – final straw!

I was furious and tears of rage slipped down my face as I loudly vented to my friend and anyone else who was near. I was spreading my anger and negativity around like confetti at a wedding.

It was neither glamorous nor responsible.

The road assistance guy who finally arrived looked positively terrified of me. Craziness can have that effect.




It was the auto electrician who served us, however, who eventually put things into perspective.

He saw my hysterical state and told me not to sweat the small stuff.

He said he’d virtually had no sleep the night before as his newborn daughter never stopped crying. On top of that, many parts he’d ordered for his business had not arrived and he was going to have to face angry customers who would have to wait longer for the return of their cars.

“When it gets too much, I think of my son,” he said.

“He is six and has cerebral palsy. He is the light of my life and has taught me not to sweat the small stuff”.

With those words, all that mattered in life became crystal clear.

That wonderful auto electrician not only saved my car but also rescued me from a downward spiral that could only end in calamity.

I had allowed a minor physical blemish to send me into a spiral of anger and anguish while forgetting how very many things I had to be happy and grateful about.




I immediately started to look for the specks of happiness on the horizon.

I started with the obvious, my family, my friends, my fixed car.

Even my work mistakes had bright specks. I could be happy in the knowledge I was helping to keep the photocopy repairman in business, not to mention the company that makes liquid paper. The clients had the pleasure of speaking to someone who was even more bewildered than they were.

Of course, it was harder to find that speck of brightness when it came to my mo unless I counted all the bright red specks above my lip.

I keep thinking of the old joke: “Does your face hurt? It’s killing me.”

Anyway, if in telling the tale I can make people smile then I guess that’s more than a speck, it’s the bright side.

Wishing you lots of laughter and a gleeful week, Tamuria





  • So true Tami
    My hives have stopped itching just reading your post
    We have to accept the specks to appreciate the blessings

  • Love this post Tamuria, and I know you would be the most delightful person to spread some happy specks out into the world! We humans often to take ourselves so very seriously and stress over things that others might not even notice. Love how you told the story here and at first I thought “Mercury must have been retrograde” to have so many breakdowns in things relating to communication. Learning to lighten up and laugh at ourselves, is something that I believe we need to learn and practice. And maybe for some of us it also comes with more life experience. Not sure. As I still have my high pitched, stressed out moments, and yet when looking back at them after the fact, they really weren’t as bad as they seemed in the moment. Time and distance certainly offer us wonderful perspectives. Thanks for your humour and your joyful way of sharing yourself! 🙂

    • So true Beverley – time and distance do give us a better perspective on things. I still have my moments but they don’t last long as I remember this day and realize my stressed out behaviour was probably more embarrassing than my hair challenges. 🙂

  • WE learn early on not to sweat the small stuff. So not worth the loss of energy. Totally enjoyed your post, humor, authenticity. Today after my hair was done, my gal plucked the white hairs from my chinny chin chin. She said, you have black ones too & they have been here for awhile. You should do this more often. I thanked her for her help & said, I’d check my chin more often. Ill check, but unlikely will be able to pluck & see them with my chin held hi. And it doesn’t matter.

    • If a few little whiskers is all that distresses us in life Roz we are so very lucky. I’m glad you enjoyed the post (that’s the bright side) and that you too have learned the secret of conserving energy by not stressing the small stuff.

  • I love the idea of finding specks of happiness, Tamuria. I use a similar concept when things are going wonky by either finding that little speck of silver lining or something positive. If that isn’t possible, I try to laugh at myself and make a light joke of it. That takes the sting out of the badness of the bad day and I get a moment to pause, reflect and figure out how to fit the square in the triangle hole. 🙂

    • Looking for the silver lining when thing aren’t going our way Vatsala is vital to happiness I think- but if that fails, a good laugh at yourself breaks the badness spells. 🙂

  • Great story and remider to not take ourselves too seriously. I can definitely let little things throw me into a tailspin at times, but like you said, we need to foucs on what is important, be thankful for all we do have and above all laugh!

  • Although I can let little things bother me, most of the time, my go to response is laughter. My clients know that they can call me with their crisis and I’ll help them put it into a new perspective and have them laughing at it too. Really, we take way too much too seriously. We have so much to be thankful for. Thanks for sharing your story… that was quite a day.

    • It’s so easy to get caught up in the little things Lesa and forget the things that really matter. IOt’s great you can get your clients to laugh when they are stressed out – that takes talent!

  • Oh, Tami I have so much fun reading your blog! You should really consider writing a book. Or taking stand up comedy. Or both, why not?

    I used to sweat the small stuff big time. Until about 5 years ago I stumbled upon a book “Don’t sweat the small stuff” and I started to see things in a totally different light. Life’s too short not to have fun and make the best out of it.

    • Thanks Delia, you are such a wonderful, supportive person! I’m really glad you enjoyed the post. Ah, one day…..re the book. 🙂 It’s true, life really is too short not to make the very best of it. 🙂

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