What strategies do you use to increase comfort in your daily life?

Some days I wake up ready to do it all—write, edit, post, clean, move, make something meaningful. But other days? I just want to be still. I want quiet. And I’ve realized that’s okay. Actually, it’s more than okay. It’s needed.

I’ve been thinking about the little ways I try to feel more comfortable in my daily life. Not in big, dramatic ways—but in soft, simple moments. The kind that helps me breathe a little easier.

Writing is probably the first thing. Wh8ether it’s a poem, a quote, or a reminder I share online, I’m usually writing what I need to hear myself. It’s how I let things out. How I make sense of emotions I don’t always know how to explain. It’s my way of checking in with myself when I start to feel a little off.

I like slow mornings… well, when I can. During the school year, it’s a rush—packing lunch, getting everything ready, making sure we’re out the door on time. But now that my daughter’s on vacation, we get to take things slower. No alarms, no chaos. Just a little breathing room. I’ve been soaking that in. I’ll drink water, scroll through photos, maybe write or just sit quietly for a bit. It feels nice not to have to rush into the day for once.

Music helps too. Some days I play BTS or The Corrs, other days it’s mellow instrumentals or a song I’ve had on repeat since college. Music has a way of shifting my mood or keeping me company when things feel a bit too quiet. Certain songs just get me.

There’s comfort in the little rituals too. Like my skincare routine—it sounds simple, but taking care of my skin is a grounding moment in the day. It’s not about looking a certain way. It’s more like… a reset. A moment to say, “Hey, you’re still here. You still matter.”

Cooking is another one. I cook not just to eat, but because it brings me peace. Chopping garlic, stirring a pot of something familiar, using my hands to create—it makes me feel connected. Sometimes I’ll make something that reminds me of my grandma and suddenly the day feels a little warmer.

I’ve stopped forcing myself to create when I’m not feeling it. I post when I feel inspired. Sometimes that’s at night, sometimes it’s not at all. I’ve learned not to beat myself up for it. Creativity flows when I’m in the right headspace, and I’m learning to trust that rhythm more.

And honestly, I’m a lot kinder to myself than I used to be. I’ve let go of a lot of that harsh inner voice. Now, when things feel heavy or messy, I remind myself that it’s okay to take a break. It’s okay not to have it all figured out. A lot of the things I write are really just little notes to myself.

Sometimes, I write them for you.
Sometimes, I write them for the version of me who still needs to believe she’s enough.
It’s a gentle reminder to myself that I matter too.

None of these things are huge, but they make a difference. They bring me back to myself, little by little. And if you’re going through a rough patch or just feeling tired, I hope you give yourself permission to slow down too. To do the things that make you feel safe, or calm, or more you.

Maybe that’s what comfort is.

Maybe peace isn’t a destination, but a soft moment we let ourselves feel.