I am an artist–this means my coping skills may be a lot different than yours. Humor in the face of disaster isn’t always approved by others, but, as my favorite book character is famous for saying, “fiddle dee dee-I’ll think about that tomorrow!” (Scarlett O’Hara)
Things have been a little ‘over the top’ here, so I need to add to the list. I’m giving serious thought to renaming this blog ‘Toilet Therapy’.
If you are a follower of Hide A Heart’s blog, then you know my best stress relief coping skill is cleaning toilets-In past posts (Hey! It Beats Hanging the Cat!; Pounds of Prevention Cure; and the on-going, oft times removed page What’s Cookin’ at Hide A Heart Central), followed by scrubbing floors and last, but not least, walking 4 miles as often as possible.
You see, I’m no good at drinking alcohol. I’ve no interest in illicit chemical use. I have a tendency to want whatever stress relieving coping skill I employ to end up being constructive. In other words, I want to see improvement in the immediate area.
So, along with scrubbing the toilets, today I decided to clean the grout in the watercloset with a toothbrush. In this way it will take hours. One could think of it as ‘Hiding in Tile’.
Of late, cleaning toilets or anything else has not been enough to stop the boat from rocking, let alone, sinking. In other words, the free-board is being swamped, and the heart of the bailing bucket has a hole.
Here’s what I’ve added as stress relievers:
- watering the garden while doing 6-second breathing
- drinking morning coffee on the deck, no matter the temperature of the day
- hiding in yarn
- hiding in crafts
- hiding in Christmas Gift ideas
- hiding in thinking of everything but facing the clear and present disaster
- eating ice cream
- looking for beauty
The name of the rose bush is Josephs Coat. I opened the curtain in the Tea Room this morning and was greeted with this extraordinary beauty blooming just outside the window.
Later: Trying to decide what to prepare for dinner I say, “We can’t have meatloaf because no one went to the store to get some hamburger. Let’s have mac-n-cheese!” I say enthusiastically, then recant, “Nope, I don’t have any pasta.” So my husband says, “Tell us what you have and we’ll design a meal.” We are laughing hysterically!
Precious Moment: My husband is a very amusing person. He told me this morning, “I want to get this dying thing over so I can concentrate on something else.” We both laughed through our tears.
Today, I decided to bake an Apple Pie with Roses.