Unnecessary Pillows

I imagine this blog will be filled with a mix of both practical things that make my life just a little bit easier and less stressful and completely unpractical, ridiculous things that just bring me joy for no reason.  Is part of it rampant consumer culture that makes me a capitalist dupe? Yes, definitely.  Is part of it a vicious cycle of working hard to make more money to buy the things that make me feel better about working so hard? Yes, absolutely.  But I've come to accept the fact that I know no other way to live than by working hard, and I might as well reap the benefits to at least maintain some sense of balance.  This is why I recommend unnecessary pillows.

This may seem like a joke.  I'm not even recommending a specific type of pillow.  I'm just saying that coming home to a bed full of various pillows makes me unreasonably happy.  Ask my friends. The day I finally broke down and bought a body pillow, I couldn't stop talking about it for weeks.  Shortly after, I purchased a furry sitting pillow.  Why am I so happy I treated myself to these pillows?

Yes, there's the traditional nonsense about pillows standing in for cuddling at night. Then there's the idea of "nesting," building a comfortable home once one is ready for a family.  But these don't seem quite right.  I like my pillows even when I am already cuddling.  I like my pillows most when the last thing I want is anyone else in my house or around me.

My pillows are for me.  They're about me being able to create a comfortable, welcoming place for myself - no one else necessary.  They're about being at home with myself, comfortable with myself, and trusting in my own ability to take care of myself.  In a world where so many people and institutions are so unreliable, I can be confident in my own ability to get myself what I need - a quiet, soft place to land.

Go get yourself an unnecessary pillow.  You deserve it.

Excessively Diverted,

BBP