Crafting Calm

I have a confession to make: I almost didn’t write a journal entry this week. Between the seemingly never-ending cycle of sickness in my house—sick child, sick husband, sick me—and the usual daily stressors, all I really wanted was to kick back on the couch with some wonton soup and watch something familiar on TV.

But what was I really seeking? (Hint: it wasn’t actually Chinese food). It was comfort. I craved something familiar to bring structure to my chaotic days—a sense of routine. That’s where my journal comes in.