Aromatherapy: Hence the request for imps. Actually, lavender gives me headaches, as do many florals. But I like citrus, fruit, vanilla, ginger/cinnamon, and generally sweet/foody scents, which is why I got the solid perfume of Honey I Washed the Kids at Lush (and raided their candy-scented soap selection). The TAL scents also supposedly have some kind of "ritual" benefit, which I tend to take more as "I feel like this will make things more positive, so therefore I feel more positive." White Light is the one I have, and I try to use it sparingly; it's kind of a warm white cinnamon floral, possibly with a bit of lemon? I don't really know how else to describe it.
Meditation: Still figuring out how to do that effectively. I mean, y'all had a lot of helpful suggestions. It's just something you have to practice.
Yoga: Yeah... I don't really know how to do that. Again, y'all had a lot of helpful online instruction/video recommendations, though.
Walking: Yeah, I should definitely do this more.
Tea: Well, I did get those tea cups at the Christmas swap, didn't I?
Coloring: I can't believe I had forgotten about this, considering that this is the reason I have Emergency Crayons. Doodling freehand works, but I personally enjoy coloring books--I really liked them in college--and my favorites are the more intricate, grown-up variety: historical costumes from Bellerophon Books. This is probably the only place you will ever find a paper doll of Messalina with a handy description of her sexual exploits.
Retail therapy: I have just enough money now to get myself in trouble on this one, but I am trying to be good. However, I had not bought anything new to wear (aside from the dress I wore to The Lovely Emily's wedding) in five years (you may commence being appalled), so I feel like I should be forgiven for buying multiples of new sweaters I liked in different colors. (This is why the Cosmo horoscope made me laugh.) I am also struggling to refrain from buying Tonner Prom Bella and Edward off Amazon because I don't even want them (and Prom Edward weirds me out really bad, and considering that I already have an Edward and I feel bad enough about that, in a "Twilight fandom is insane and you are part of the problem" kind of way, and queenanthai bet her husband five dollars that I couldn't sleep through the night with Tonner Edward posed "watching" me but I TOTALLY DID, BECAUSE IT IS JUST A DOLL, PEOPLE, so getting weirded out over this one is really saying something), but they are marked down fro $140 to $40, let me repeat that for you, they are marked down a hundred dollars, and the part of me that is genetically predisposed to hunt bargains for sport is really suffering over here. But what would I DO with them? There are no proms in Shelfia! I don't even like the dress! Financial responsibility is hard.
Makeup/Makeovers: This is also where the retail therapy comes in; I have tried to refrain from buying samples of every single thing on the Aromaleigh site (SO CHEAP), but again: so hard. And I know I can't wear blue eyeshadow. I know this. But when you tell me that Plush Romantic is "Mysterious smudged indigo with brilliant bright sparks of blue. This beauty can't be captured by camera!," I have to know. For a dollar, I want to see it for myself. And it is really, really pretty. I'm just not sure I can actually wear it. Fortunately, a lot of the browns, light pinks, beiges and peaches look pretty good. I have entire Google Documents devoted to cataloguing which shades I have and which combinations work, because...
Sorting: ... sorting things is relaxing. I hate cleaning, but I love organizing. This is why I never get very far with cleaning, because I get hung up on arranging the books on that one shelf by some weird subject-related criteria known only to myself.
Art therapy: Actually, magazine collages were my thing when I was in high school and college. In fact, the clipping and sorting (speaking of which) was my favorite part. I did some interesting things with boxes, like decoupage or something, but it was the act of clipping and sorting that I found so relaxing (and keep in mind that I had not yet been diagnosed with or treated for bipolar depression. I think this may have been part of how I coped with it). My family, particularly my mother, was not fond of this, however, as my collection of magazine clippings took up several large boxes and a whole lot of space. I still have piles of unclipped fashion magazines under my bed that I can't quite bear to part with.
You know, now that I think about it, this may be why I love The Littlest Edward so much: I've got the clippings and he's got the scrapbooks. We are meant for each other, in an action figure/delusional writer kind of way.
Knitting: I still have that starter kit from Christmas four years ago. I really should get started on that.
Games: I spent the worst winter exam period of my college career playing Free Cell and Neopets games as often as I could. (Let us not even get into my iPhone solitaire addiction during the Compocalypse.) I actually read A Study Somewhere (You Know, One of Those Studies) that said there's a correlation between feeling depressed and playing computer games--not that games cause depression, but that people who are depressed often seek comfort in or distraction from playing relatively mindless, repetitive games. And I am here to tell you: Yes. They do. They totally, totally do.
Music: I am totally already on top of this one. I listen to single songs obsessively on repeat anyway; I tend to prefer uptempo pop or rock with lots of drums and electric guitars. Slow ballads are right out, although angsty/shouty power ballads can be okay. The tempo I prefer tends to inversely match my mood--I can handle slower, moodier stuff when I feel good, but I seek refuge in the cheesiest, boppiest music you've got when I'm depressed. It's to a point where my family knows that if early Britney Spears goes on repeat, it's time to call my doctor.
Sometimes, however, I do like quieter, more meditative songs. The three that come to mind are Neneh Cherry's "Move with Me," Lori Carson's "Fall in the Light" (from the Strange Days soundtrack, and may I recommend that movie to you for New Year's if you have not already seen it), and Chicane's "Saltwater."
And with that, I leave you, so as to get ready to--brace yourselves--leave the house.