The Power of Comforts

I've been feeling pretty shitty these past few weeks. A few excursions and creative highs excepted, I've felt sick, without energy and down in the dumps. Bleh.

I've been dancing around the feelings and negative emotions for a while trying hard not to complain, trying to suck it up and push myself, but in the meantime still complaining about it daily without really acknowledging or accepting any of it.

Does that make sense?

Last night I finally admitted to myself that maybe I wasn't doing so well. A quick emotional checkpoint exercise at a presentation on Emotional Intelligence this afternoon confirmed my suspicion. OK. Now I can deal.

So today I skipped my Nia class (gasp!) and instead spent time napping and playing with Cassie when I got home. Next, I cooked a big pot of Mom's macaroni & hamburg dish - sweet, sweet comfort food. And now, I type sitting in my favourite coffee shop with the sound of friends gabbing, cappuccino machines gurgling and funky music playing in the background.

I still feel physically tired and am dealing with a cold that's dragging on; that just means I need to take it easy. I still feel a bit fragile emotionally, but I also feel I've gained traction by taking small actions and seeking comfort. Sometimes that's all it takes to get the ball rolling.