when i'm upset, i usually turn to food. or hugs. the best comfort is some yummy food (maybe pork dumplings with spicy tangy sauce) and a cuddle.
but if i don't have patrick, and i'm not hungry, or don't have what i'm craving, the next best comfort is ink.
clearly, not for cuddling. or eating.
but for writing. when i'm stressing, i reach for my pen and notebook. i used to write about whatever was upsetting ... but then i would blow it all out of proportion, and make a mountain out of a molehill.
so i like to resort to making lists. i make lists of things to do. things to buy. nice things. bad things. things i love. things i hate. things i wish i'd said. things i want to do. and sometimes i draw - lame, inconsequential sketches, like flowers or stars or birds.
ink is no small comfort.