It's weird how when you are going through a stressful time or long term depression you don't really notice the things you are letting go until you start getting them back. I used to bake a lot and haven't done so in I don't know how long. Today I decided that I was going to make little happy apple pies. Here's the weird thing, I had to talk myself into doing it. As soon as I made the decision to bake it was like some part of my brain kicked in and did it's best to undermine me. "You're too tired." "They'll come out awful anyway." and so on. This time I ignored it, dug in and peeled and sliced and measured and mixed and just kept moving along and eventually the rude part of my brain shut up. They may not be perfect, it's the first time I have made these, but I'm proud of myself. And here they are, little happy pies.