Growing up, we at first milk were frequently advised to get up and get dressed and stop moping around. Core values, these. We hail from the Wild West, which means we have had occasion, hyperbolic or no, to hear about the key role of bootstraps in pulling oneself out, up. I will tell you, dear reader, that bootstraps are not always helpful. But sometimes, like in deepest January, they come in handy. For me, solace can be found in doing the things I know to do.
A yoghurt jar. A bundle of waxflowers, all pink and woody and smelling of bees. Reading Austen. Sweeping the floor, opening the windows, getting out-of-doors. Wearing lipstick, shoes. Eating breakfast, making the bed. Writing thank-you notes on good paper. Being polite. Watching bad TV. And slamming the occasional door.