“Comfort food” comes in many forms. My daily wallow is in helping Elliott do his one job of getting the paper from the front porch and then I get to sit with a cup of coffee and read it. If I’m feeling peppy and chilly, I’ll make a fire too.
The day starts well when that happens, and most days that’s the way it works. It’s one of the wonders of working at home. I may be up until late working, but the trade-off is the morning dog-paper-coffee ritual.
What other comfort food rituals do I have? Those things that make me feel good regardless of what else is going on in life?
Hiking with Ron and Elliott.
Lime crack and fresh salsa. I don’t know what the chips are actually called, but they’re coated in this addicting lime-ish flavored dust that makes the corners of your mouth crack.
The end of a run with Ron and Elliott. Who am I kidding – the reason I used to run was to finish.
Twilight Zone or Ghost Hunters t.v. marathons. Or a full Saturday of those terrible, made-for-SyFy t.v. thriller movies. I don’t actually watch them all day, but having them on in the background while I do other stuff is warm and fuzzy.
Pizza. Frozen, Home Run Inn pizza. Coated with fresh oregano from my herb garden.
Squirreling up in an evening with Ron and watching 3 or 4 back-to-back episodes of Dexter, Deadwood or whatever series we’re working through.
BBQ potato chips.
Checking my email. Actually, this is more of an obsessive-compulsive behaviour than comforting.
Steamed broccoli with olive oil, salt and fresh cracked pepper.
Why am I mulling this? Because there are times when I need a little comfort. Times when I’m particularly depleted and need to regenerate. When I need it most, it’s often hardest to figure out what to do. Without thought, I’ll plug my way through the day and go to bed as exhausted as I was when I got up.
I believe in putting it all out there. It’s a glorious thing. I know in my head that being tired is not a punishment. It’s a natural result of extraordinary effort. Being tired is also not a self-indulgent sign of moral deficiency.
I confess, I struggle against feeling like it’s a sign of moral deficiency.
What can I do today that will help me regenerate? How can I approach the day without feeling like a total failure for being tired?
Let me mull on this. Do I have any broccoli?
Susan Scot Fry
Apparently, my most effective comfort food is company. Specifically, I need Ron to not be working in order for me to also take some time off. If he’s dervishing around and I’m trying to have a lie-in, I’m on edge. There’s a part of my brain trying to figure out what I should be doing too. Hmmm…