This week's Weekword is Therapeutic, and is being hosted over at Domestic Scribbles. I am hoping to play along. I didn't sign up yet, because I have so much on my plate.
We had a snowstorm, and I've been shoveling snow this morning, This is going to sound a bit strange to some, but I find shoveling snow to be therapeutic, assuming I'm not sick or there's not too much of it or I'm not in desperate rush. It's hard work and any reasonable physical exercise makes me feel better. I have to concentrate on what I am doing to some extent, which means I have to put my worrying aside. It is satisfying work, because it is useful, and I clearly see my progress. Acedia may say that if I wait long enough, the snow will melt on its own, which is true, but in the meantime, it may be impossible to get out of the driveway and the walking may become hazardous. Someone close to me died as a result of a fall on ice that was formed by melting snow.
Baths and showers are therapeutic for me! The warmth, the ahhh of it.
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