Confession: I’m remotely antisocial and I suffer from low self esteem. I’m pretty much a complete mess in camouflage.

It’s important that I remind myself of this on occasion so that I don’t fill myself with a false sense of who I am.

I’ve perfected the use of a smile, in pictures and in person. To other people I’m one of the most cheerful people they’ve met and theoretically that may be true. What isn’t seen is the collage of selfies in my phone, taken to align my inner doubt with my exterior shine.

I guess you’re wondering what the shine I speak of is – great question. It’s my dimples, if I’ve smiled hard enough to expose them I’m in a place where pure joy has been experienced.

You’ll see hundreds of pictures displaying nice teeth outlined by a complementing lipstick color but dimples aren’t always present. Pure joy isn’t always present!

Have you ever thought about your pure joy marker? What’s the thing that jumps out when you’re in a good space that you can’t control? Identify what that is and find something that brings that out of you every day. Notice I didn’t say someone but something. Whenever you’re having an at your worst moment stand in front of a mirror and smile / pose / repeat until that thing appears – until pure joy appears.