I’ve started a new tradition that I learned from my mom.
My momma visited last fall and I had to work some of the time she was here. When I would come home, I would find her in the backyard, reading, with a coffee mug of berries. She was so content. The kind of content/happy you are when you’re on vacation.
So now, when I come home, stressed, I take some steps. Before I get into freelance work, before I get into my own work, before I eat that bread and cheese, before I plop into bed to start the nap I’ve been daydreaming about, before I get overwhelmed by life… I do something for myself.
I do this..
Step 1: Fill a coffee mug with wine. [but do remember that a mug is significantly larger than a wine glass… this will explain a lot later.]
It must be a coffee mug so as to guard your own worries that the Buddhists will judge you. [which, p.s., they won’t… but still.]
Step 2: Grab your book.
Step 3: Sit in the garden. [maybe find some shade.]
[stop judging me… yes, i’m still reading Kavalier and Clay… slow reader, lots has been going on.]
Step 5: When done drinking, stop reading. Then go to the berries.
Step 6: Pick berries and deposit in now empty mug.
[sidenote: if the sprinkler comes on during this step and you decide to turn it into a berry-stealing, giggling/silent-screaming game, that’s all good and fine, but remember that you’ve left your book in the straw, right in the sprinkler’s line of fire.]