Forms of Relief

I am thankful for:

  • The smell of candles. My sister gave me a Tangerine & Thyme candle a couple of years ago for Christmas. I burn it often but it still has not reached the bottom. It’s a big candle. I bought another large one a couple months ago, Creamy Vanilla Swirl. It. Is. Heaven. I love candles.
  • The smell of herbal peach tea. It smells like summer.
  • The feeling of accomplishment when I strike stuff off my To-Do list.
  • That moment I look at my pedometer and realize I hit my step count goal of 10,000 steps.
  • Cat naps (x2).
  • I was in a funk this morning. I don’t know what caused it but my writing partners and I held a meeting anyway as custom on Saturday mornings. I told them I was having an off-day. They accepted me anyway. People like these are hard to find. I’m thankful for them.
  • The relief singing brings. How it jostles all my anxieties and sloughs them off like scales. The joy and peace it brings instead. I love to sing.
  • A phone call with a friend from theatre school. By then, my funk decreased at least 20%, just enough to stay focused. We prayed. The overwhelming peace that comes with it.
  • The satisfaction you feel when you skin a chicken thigh with your bare hands.
  • How you can’t really overcook chicken thighs.
  • Memes. When this quarantine is over and historians write about it, they will illustrate their textbooks with memes and all the children will understand better.
  • A social-distancing bible study online. I was hesitant at first but then I remembered how I’ve been praying for this. It was answered prayer. I’m thankful for my friend who invited me.
  • For the first sip of your peach tea.
  • The Good Christian Music Blog. It sounds cheezy but it legit delivers on its name. The music and graphics are phenomenal. Some songs are raw like the psalms. Others are worship songs but with a EDM twist. I’ve been listening to their electronic playlists on Spotify and it’s been fantastic.
  • My Piyo workouts.
  • The way the first breath of fresh air inflates your lungs when you step outside for the first time that day.
  • The way you feel when you realize you’re getting stronger. When you look at your legs and they are stronger than they were yesterday.
  • When I started to watch Futurama, I wasn’t sure if I’d get into it. The sense of humour was too sarcastic for me but then I gave it some time and now I’m completely enamoured. The writing is unexpected and bizarre and you never know what is going to happen. The social commentary is smart, too. It doesn’t really sway one way or another, politically. It criticizes everything and everyone which is kind of refreshing. It doesn’t help that I’m nursing a crush on Philip J. Fry. I’ve never had a crush on a cartoon character before but I absolutely adore Fry. He’s just so dumb and cute. Even his tubby little belly is adorable *sigh* But he would die for Leela and I just love him for it.
  • I was really cranky about the quarantine last week. I’m starting to understand it better now. My biggest challenge is trying to manage my mental illness in the midst of it. My biggest fear is that it will deteriorate and that I won’t be able to pull myself back out again. But Jesus has pulled me out of some pretty bad times so I’m just going to trust that He’ll do it again. Nonetheless, I’ll keep monitoring it and build a kind of treatment plan to keep afloat. I don’t really know what I’m thankful for here… Maybe it’s that I’m thankful for the government of SK who are doing the best they can to help contain it. I’m thankful for my church who are being smart about it, too (I didn’t like it at first but I see the importance of it now). I’m thankful for my jobs and bosses who are just trying to do what is best for everyone. It’s not easy to make those decisions. I’m thankful people who do it well and with integrity.