Personally, I've been trying to cook more. And not just I-made-eggs-for-breakfast-instead-of-scarfing-down-a-croissant-on-the-train type cooking. The real stuff, the stuff that requires presence of mind and a very sharp knife. Time for ourselves can be difficult to find these days, between work and workouts and showing up for social justice, but there is a special kind of therapy in (temporarily) shirking your responsibilities in favor of making something delicious from scratch. For me, the greatest peace comes from dumplings. It's as satisfying to eat them as is to watch them slowly increase in number as you stuff and crimp, stuff and crimp—not to mention the unique joy of meticulously chopping things into very small pieces.