I find sharpening pencils very cathartic. There's something about a nice sharp point that gets to me. Several times a day I find myself absently twirling a pencil into my sharpener. Which is funny, because I don't even write with pencils all that often.
Other activities that bring me sweet satisfaction:
Steel Magnolias
snapping asparagus
diving into a pool
dicing an onion
blowing into an empty bottle
blowing bubbles through a straw
talking to a long lost friend
The Big Chill
giggling
driving for hours
belting out power ballads, the cheesier the better (i.e. The Glory of Love)
cutting my finger nails
paying the bills
Mom started losing her hair yesterday. We knew this was coming. And, I think for her it's a bit of a catharsis. Let's get this over with--give her her battle scars already.
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