I don’t mean possessions, I’m not at all materialistic. I find money and things get in the way of the real stuff.
What I mean is the people you love, the habits you’ve formed together. The smiles you share and the games you play.
The odds and ends of life always turn out to be the best bits.
Alex and me have a thing for curling up on the sofa to watch some TV at the end of a long day – and busy evenings with the kids and their friends and everything else going on after work – we don’t usually get there until 10pm. If we’re not watching something together (and at the moment it’s The Handmaid’s Tale – which is another blog post entirely), Alex is so patient and will watch any sort of thing I choose, though he draws the line at hospital emergencies, and so I have to watch them from behind a cushion. Or sometimes I’ll draw and doodle while some film is going on. I’m very annoying – I ask too many questions about the plot, so that’s why I doodle instead.
I usually just draw whatever I can see; all the tiny, familiar but worthless objects that make a world cosy.
It’s nice. It’s boring. It’s love. It’s home.
Hold onto it tightly, and let all the rubbish fall away.