I’ve been sort of struggling lately. I’ve taken on a lot and I’m finding that writing for pay, doing my school work and still having time to relax, is hard. A couple of nights ago, I was on the phone with my mom, talking about how overwhelmed I was and she said, “Just find one thing that makes you happy, even if it’s small.” We got off the phone a few minutes later, and I didn’t really think too much about her comment. Until I found myself in the kitchen about half an hour later, switching out the silverware in the utensil drawer.
I have this set of really nice stainless steel Dansk flatware that belonged to my grandparents. I’ve always liked it, but have never used it, thinking it should be saved for good. I took out last Saturday night to use with friends, and on Sunday as I was cleaning up the kitchen, I started thinking about fun it was to use this nice flatware (as opposed to the also-nice, but very familiar and sort of battered silverware that also belonged to my grandparents). So I took all the old stuff out of the drawer, put the shiny “new” stuff in and called my mom to tell her that I had found something that made me happy.
Crazy part is that several days later it continues to make me happy. I never realized just how often I go into that utensil drawer and how many forks and spoons I use over the course of the day. I love reaching in and find these nicely shaped items as they makes eating very pleasant (not that I particularly need incentive to eat, but still).