Because I’m unable to workout for a few weeks, I am now delving even more of my day’s decompression into the kitchen. There’s something about working with my hands after a day of screens, and something about not needing to say a word but to let stirring and chopping be my vocabulary, that I find so therapeutic.
And perhaps the bubbling of soup is what I found especially therapeutic today after much mental, physical and emotional exhaustion.
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