100 Things That Still Make Being Me Just That Bit Better... 66
My worry monk
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Small and plain and easy to miss, he is perched on a shelf in my bedroom. I bought him years ago when trying out a 'healthful' alcoholic herbal punch - the same stall was selling bottles of the stuff and the little hand-made little statues. They were cheap, so I just picked up one on impulse.
(The punch was foul, by the way. Which probably means it was extremely healthy.)
Apparently, when you are stressed out, rubbing the little figure is supposed to be soothing (it's like worry beads with a tonsure and a smile). I have to admit that I rarely remember this - too busy remembering to fret - but I still like having him there (hey, I admit that I have tucked him in a bag when having medical treatment or facing something a little scary...
And I just like having him there, standing there on the shelf, looking out towards the backyard and smiling.