Tonight’s my aunts birthday, she passed a few years ago, but the family still gets together. I’m making my grandmothers goulash, my aunt loved it.
It got me thinking about food as one of my comforts, my family a comfort, my comfy clothes, and the comfort I feel from the light. All helping me today.
Curious llama that I am; What are some of your favorite comforts? Be it physically, emotionally, mentally, we all must share some. Join me in counting some?
Yoga pants and hoodies.
My mom’s sweet and sour spareribs.
My kids laughter and silliness.
Cuddling with Bella and Cleo.
Coffee with sugar free french vanilla creamer.
It’s nice to hear that. I too am comfortable where I’m headed. I’ve been sane for a good while now. I’m 31 now and am enjoying the journey of aging. I used to dread it, but it feels nice to go through the stages happily. I wish this for everyone. I’ve changed in so many positive ways. It’s good.
I take comfort in my brother. I can be really silly with him and he is OK with that and joins in. Or else hell tell me to stop which I don’t mind him doing either.
I take comfort in my diet, feeling like I’m in control of something
I take comfort in my spirituality, it gives me hope and makes me feel more at ease and helps me to make sense of this illness
I take comfort in excercise it makes me feel good about myself