Lately I’ve been in the mood for comfort stuff. You know…things that feel like mom. She always knew how to soothe me and pull me back from the abyss.
Usually I turn to food – pasta, chocolate and mashed potatoes. Mac or cheese is an old standby but I also like cooked cereal – the bland kind that tastes like cardboard. (Don’t ask, I love it!)
Sometimes I need more intensive therapy, liking buying something nice for myself.
Buying for someone else is not therapy. That comes under duty in my book. It has to be something specifically for me. Something I can use but don’t NEED. In fact, the less need, the more comfort.
That’s how I end up with so much fleece and soft, fluffy bed clothes. (My sick outfit for the winter is a completely fleece leopard print lounge outfit. So soft. So soothing. Almost worth being sick…almost.)
Cats are also a great source of comfort. There is nothing like a face full of fur (unless you have sticky lipstick on, in which case it is annoying plucking all the fur off). Soft purrs soothe. Gentle head butts are welcome too. Cats know when they are needed. If I take a midday nap because I’m not feeling well, I’ll wake up to three cats on the bed. That doesn’t happen when I sleep at night.
Watching old movies or funny sitcoms works for me too. They have to be peaceful and funny and happy.
I don’t like drama or tension. If I did yoga (one of these days I will), that would be soothing. Breathe in and breathe out. I do the breathing exercises without the yoga and it helps.
Finding the right action that comforts yourself is critical. Stress will find a spot in your body and wreak havoc. Mindful breathing or buying or healthful eating (or pet ownership) beats MRIs, CAT scans and other medical tests and subsequent medications..
Never underestimate the power of stress. It can feel like a heart attack or cripple your gut without warning.
Over the next few months, I will perfect the art of soothing. OMMMMMM!
What do you do?