Comforting Feelings

It's strange what things are most comforting. Or the littlest things that may provide the exact level of comfort we need. Sometimes it is the simplest thing in the entire world. Something like burrowing under warm covers for a few extra minutes in the morning and watching the sun come up. Or finding that there is indeed enough hot water for a shower. It can be something like getting an email from a friend who you haven't heard from in awhile, or finding something you thought was lost.

I've found a lot of new comfort feelings this year and the importance of some old ones has been augmented. A cup of tea can be the most important thing in the morning, and also the best comfort at the end of a long day. Both my housemate and I seem to fans of eating cookie dough, as bad as that can be for us. It seems to work when we get into moods. Staying in bed for a few extra minutes each morning makes getting out of bed more bearable and most of my days seem to go better. I've grown more attached to my teddy bear than I had previously been and my attachment to my notebooks and pens has been augmented by the fact that I have rediscovered my love of writing.

Today I seem to be looking for something that is comforting. I've tried a few of the usual things - blankets, tea, sugary things - but none of them seem to be working. I feel restless, more so than usual, which doesn't make a lot of sense as I tend to be a settled person. Very much so. Somedays too much so. I might try a nap soon, but I'm not sure if even that will work. I wish I had someone to cuddle with, but that won't happen for awhile I'm sure. I wish I could find my ultimate comfort feeling, but I'm not entirely sure what that is yet. I think I'll just have to keep looking.