Wednesday and Thursday are the days I work on staff as a beauty editor, and as I’m super-busy, they go by in a bit of a blur. I’ve begun to notice something strange, though. After only a couple of days of relentlessly looking on the bright side, I find that I don’t need to remind myself to be positive. It’s just started to happen.

Instead of stressing about my to-do list, I go into both days feeling upbeat about seeing my team and having a catch-up with them.

I don’t have many plans for the weekend, but instead of dwelling or moping around doing nothing, I decide to organise a catch-up call with one of my friends who moved back to Australia last summer and I also call my sister and my almost-three-year-old niece.

On both calls I catch myself sounding brighter and breezier than usual, despite not having very much news to share. I comment to my sister that the weeks are going by so quickly, but even that doesn’t feel like a negative.

Instead, it strikes me that it means we’re a tiny bit closer to normality, and it also means longer, brighter days are coming. In the past, I’d definitely just have moaned about it.

I do feel grateful as I lie in bed that night; while my usual instinctive negative reactions never mean anything bad, I think switching my frame of mind and putting the positives first has had a knock-on effect on everything else that happens in my day.

It impacts my general approach to things, too. My mind feels a bit lighter, I feel more energised and more productive.

Obviously, it’s all about striking a balance - I’m not about to start tap-dancing my way out of bed on a Monday morning, and some days, I know I’ll have to accept that positivity will be harder to come by than it is on others.

Let’s just say I’m going to be more open to it when it arrives.

And if the nuns are right, I could be on for a few more months of old age if I keep it up…

I was positive about absolutely everything for a week and here’s what I learned