Sometimes it is the mundane things in life that give us comfort. The simplicity of routine, the soothing nature of familiar and menial tasks. I think many forms of happiness are hidden in the everyday completetion of small goals and obligations. The shape of a week, in list form but no particular order:
Go to the grocery store. Try to remember to get actual food that I will actually eat.
Clean bathrooms. If, that is, I have remembered to buy new sponges and cleanser.
Complete a load of laundry from sorting to putting away in less than 72 hours.
Open the scary looking mail I have been avoiding.
Corner cat and force her to take her medicine so she stops throwing up everywhere.
Do the terrible awful paperwork that I have also been avoiding.
Make dance. Undo. Make again. Edit. Repeat.
Write things. Undo. Write again. Repeat.