Home comforts

What do you do to comfort yourself? I don't mean when tragedy strikes, but when you're tired or fed up, a bit down, or even just sitting watching the telly.

I play with my hair. Usually it's totally sub-conciously. Sometimes I twirl it (yes, okay, a lot of the time I twirl it!), sometimes I stroke it and sometimes I just run my hands through it. I've been noticing it today because I had it cut yesterday, and blow-dried, so it feels really soft!

I guess it's not just for comfort though. I've noticed that it seem to help keep me focused when I'm doing something, trying to concentrate, or thinking about something. It's better than what I used to do...I remember getting an exam certificate for ballet once that said "would look better if she kept her tongue in her mouth!"

Where does it come from? How far back in my life is it's origin, and why does it give me comfort??

Do we all do things like that? Or am I just weird??? No...don't answer that!

I think I may just be a cat in disguise! I love my head being stroked and rubbed almost as much as Gorgeous (our cat) does.

Anyway...today I am grateful for newly cut hair. Soooooft!

Gratefully yours.
xx