I started writing again, for one.
This has been a very touch and go story, with weeks of solid writing followed by longer periods of no writing. It's all my fault, of course. Writing takes discipline, and I have had so little of it of late.
Regardless, I wrote yesterday, and it was glorious! I have missed writing.
There's a weird thing about writing, where it makes me the happiest person ever. I finished writing yesterday afternoon feeling calmer and better emotionally than I have in a long, long time. It's both calming and satisfying. There's something about it that makes the world right. Or, at least, it makes my head right, which makes it seem like the world is right.
That's not to say that anything I wrote was good at all, just that it made me feel good, and happy and so much calmer.
Everyone has that thing that makes them feel better. It's writing for me. Painting also does that, too. Gaming helps improve my mood (killing pixels is fun), but it doesn't feel nearly as good as writing and painting. The two, but writing especially, are meditative in nature. It think all creation is, really. That's why colouring books for adults has become such a huge thing. It's meditative.
Everyone has their meditation. For some, it's hiking. For others, it dancing. For others, it's macromé. Whatever that thing is that calms the mind and soothes the soul, we should be doing more of it.
So go out, and soothe your souls. I have a painting for a friend to start!