Swag Bag

Is it just me but I seem to have lost my 'swag' in the last few weeks. Sometimes, indeed most times, I'm a fairly confident, let em have it with both barrels kinda girl. But then it's as if some mist descends and I feel a little low, a little out of sorts. Not that I'm poorly it's just a Mojo loosing phenomenon.

Now, I blame everything on my hormones or as the years go by perhaps the lack of them, but although I do generally like to worship at the Alter of blame I'm not sure in this instance I can lay my lack of  swag at this particular door. However I take solace in the fact that it seems that it isn't just me. Friends, colleagues and celebrities seem to go through similar phases and this has got me thinking - where is my swag and how do I get it back?

We all do that thing when you're feeling like crap for no apparent reason.  We layer on the 'isn't life wonderful' persona with a trowel. Only to look like some kind of uber charged neurotic, smiling too widely and laughing in a way that could shatter glass and indeed your entire face. No, I can  'over season it' with the best of them, I want my proper swag back. Hormones, weather, post holiday blues W H A T  E V E R!

Now it may seem a little sadist at this point but take a look at these women photographed on the streets of New York yesterday around the various venues for NYFW. All are gorgeous, none of them seem to have any need to a reach for their 'swag deficiency tablets' and yet one of these fabulousee is having a swag induced uber neurotic moment and just 'over reaching it'. She seems super confident and yet it's all 'working too hard'.

Confidence is an elusive thing, whether we're talking style, business, sport etc. When its flying high it regenerates itself effortlessly. But when it is lacking it retreats into the realms of 'rocking horse poo'.

We are all attracted to confident people and whilst appearance has a lot to do with confidence,  it is confidence that makes people attractive rather than attractive people necessarily being confident.  We all know that the merest application of our favourite lipstick can get us through the toughest of days. (I wonder what the male equivalent of that is?) But what is it in our psyche that makes the difference?

Well, not having studied psychology, and excepting clinical depression, hormones and bad karma  I have decided that my psyche needs a good kick up the arse.  I'm done wasting my time worrying about my chipped pedicure (even tough I'm wearing knee high boots) and other insecurities too many and petty to list. I'm going out tonight with old friends to have a few drinks & a lot of laughs. There's no better cure for lack of swag than laughing at yourself and each other until your stomach hurts.

Easy? - well at least until the next time I feel more Bag than Swag!