Small Good Things ii

My first go-round with depression, I had to start looking for small good things, not even to feel better, but simply to survive: a turquoise bike. A cup of tea. The voice of a dear friend. The piano break in a favorite song.

Thank God, things have never been that relentlessly dark again. But I kept the practice, and when things are hard, it’s not just a habit. It’s a lifeline.

1) My dog running through drifts of leaves. Alternately, my dog curled up with me at night after a long day chasing squirrels and destroying squeaker toys. He’s boarded this week and I had to come home to an empty apartment yesterday and guys, I nearly LOST it when I saw his empty crate because clearly I have issues.

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2) Reading fiction because stories are good for my brain at night. Actually, they’re good for my brain any time, because they give my anxious mind a place to rest. So when I’m reading a really good novel, my thoughts are on characters and playing with plot, instead of getting wrapped up in anxious, self-critical knots. Currently: Landline by Rainbow Rowell (thanks to Erin for the rec!)

3) Hanging out with two of my very favorites (and introducing them to the time-honored Bedsole make-believe game, “Dolls and Dinosaurs”–the game came about because, you guessed it, I had dolls and Jim had dinosaurs, and we created a beautiful co-existent universe for them with only the occasional invasion by hordes of evil stuffed animals). I love these kids. I love listening to their stories about Minecraft and fourth-grade cliques, I love reading with them, I love snuggling on the couch while we watch The Emperor’s New Groove. They are the sweetest and the funniest and the best all around.

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4) My evening snack of red wine and Goldfish crackers. I own it.

5) The yellow oak outside my apartment. The gorgeous golden trees in my neighborhood. The color has finally arrived and it’s gorgeous.

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