When I got to work, fit hit the shan. The full moon from last night was seriously coming into play. People were calling in, going home sick, and starting fights in the hallway. By this time, I couldn't even be upset anymore. I just sat in the corner and started laughing. After a while, I pushed a resident to her room and she asked me to come in and talk for a few minutes. I hesitated at first because I was already super behind on a lot of things, but her face was just so darn cute. I stepped into her room where I saw millions of winnie-the-pooh stuffed animals and tissue boxes. She looked at me and said "I want you to meet my family." She grabbed her pointer stick and started naming every member of her family, they were conveniently pinned to a poster board on her wall. There in this 6x8 room, this woman shared with me her past, her present, and her future. The pictures were all different, some were black and white, some were torn, some just came in last weekend. She showed me her pride and joys, her grandchildren, and her own children. This woman was so proud of her family and it made me so happy to see her smile. I could tell she was thinking about old times when she started crying and said "I just wish things could be how they used to be, I hate being old."
She finds comfort every single day in those pictures on the wall. As her world is changing around her, and she's stuck in that same 6x8 room living the same routine, she depends on those pictures.
I think we all need something like that in our lives. We all need something that we find comfort in.
"I'll always like you, Ray. Through thick, thin, and your coffee-less mornings."
everything can be settled over a bowl of cereal. by the time you sip the milk, you forgot what you were trying to forget.
my morning doesn't start without it. it could be becoming an issue.
Remember that there is always something to be learned and enjoyed from the elderly. People never stop giving.
Go ahead, scrub-a-dub-dub. I know I enjoy soaking the day off.
Saucony commercials make me feel like running 4 miles makes me a bad-ass.
Pandora could makes any random thing im doing in my room at the time seem pretty epic. My personal fave: A combination of Brett Dennen, Sean Hayes, and Louis Armstrong.
I love writing in my journal because no one can hear me.
My flannel shirts. Personally, I wear them a lot because they remind me of my Dad. I loved it when he came home from work smelling like plumbers-putty and WD-40.
So I find comfort in a good black ale, don't judge me.
Not only does Grey's Anatomy comfort me, but so does baking. I thought this picture was pretty appropriate.
I have a growing love for Thai food. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Because it's the start of a brand new day.
thunder? nap time.
I practically grew up and then away from a sanctuary. When I do visit, I always find just what I need. Including as much comfort as a hug from yo momma.
Call me crazy, but I actually feel like this dog understood everything that I ever said, and didn't say.
This is what me and my friends STILL look like and I don't think there's anything wrong with that.
Most of all, I really appreciate the time that I spend with myself. Do things alone, it's a great feeling.
These are just a few places that I find comfort. I think in this crazy, crazy, crazy world that we live in, it's important to know what makes you feel good. Never underestimate what makes you feel good.
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