Eating is a ritual of finding the foods that will actually taste "right" for any given meal. Cause lord knows, if it isn't right, the food will have no taste, it won't sync and the body goes hungry for lack of want. Gathering the food everything has to look just so...lettuce without blemishes, burger properly cooked, bread toasted to the correct color and texture, just the right amount of ketchup or butter...making sure the portions are accurate. I tend to eat a little bit of everything in each bite, so I try and put just enough on my plate, everything in equal amounts.
Chores, deciding what needs doing and what I want to do. It's a balancing, juggling guessing game that I play everyday. Watching for those appointments and wagering as to how much time I need to prep and drive to arrive on time, which for me is about five minutes before the actual time. I like a little slack.
The arrival of Younglink on the bus home. I tend to set at least one alarm so that I am awake, alert and looking for the bus. If I am off doing errands or appointments in the afternoon, I constantly watch the clock and have an inner dialog that continually reminds me to be home on time.
Younglink arrives home. Homework, snack, asking him about his day.
Supper and so on.
Comfort is a rare place indeed...a very, very thin line amongst the woods and stones. A narrow pathway that is extremely difficult to find. A small island in the middle of raging seas. Most days are a series of anxiety and stressors. To escape into comfort, I nap, cease activity and try and forget everything that needs doing, hence the alarm clocks. If I get my chores done, or decide that I have worked enough, I can set an alarm, sit or lay down and immerse my self in the comfort of my own self, my mind and wanderings.
I don't know if most people experience comfort on a daily or semi-weekly basis. I have no clue. How would I know? Comfort is a mighty fine rarity that I thoroughly enjoy.
