Some days seem to be written by talented movie writers. You are familiar with this scene in the movie; its where we see that a certain character does in fact have lovely days of personal connections and feelings of gratitude so that we, as an audience, can use that as balance when all hell breaks lose. Here’s an example you may relate with.
It was a beautiful morning. I woke up just before the alarm rang, enjoyed gazing at the sunshine on the lake. The extra time in the morning allowed for a relaxed pace, a perfect way to start the day. My mind was clear, calm, and ready for an amazing and balanced day.
After a few weeks apart, my sponsor and I met up again to keep doing the work. We read and she gave me homework for step 11. Good stuff.
The meeting of my home group was next on the schedule. Yeah home group! Yeah discussion by old timers and newer members! Yeah getting my 9 month chip! The goodness continues.
Pilates at the gym with my favorite substitute teacher. She does a good amount of strength work, which my body can use, and always reminds us to “feel it” “accept it” “love it” which is healing for this alcoholic’s mind-body connection.
Uplifting text messages from two friends met me following the workout. Happy connections!
Scooting through the farmers market just before it closed down gave me the opportunity to see friends, peruse the gorgeous produce, and accept the gifts of friends at their farm stands as they filled up my bag with delicious gifts harvested earlier this morning.
Dear universe, thank you for allowing me this day to truly feel the blessings of this day.
Throughout the morning though, my alcoholic mind would pop in with its own observation: back in the day, sitting at home alone and slowly drinking until comfortably numb was just as satisfying. Sick. Sick, but true. But for today, I will not return to that space of preferring to be comfortably numb.