I’m grateful that I haven’t drank during this low phase I’m going through. I’m grateful that I’m trying to move forward even though I have a staggering lack of motivation. The motivation will just have to catch up to me later.
I’m grateful for books. They are my refuge when I need a quiet place to escape. I love my older ones because they’ve organically broken down enough to have that faint scent of vanilla. I’m grateful for the teachers who helped me learn to read.
I’m grateful for indifference. That may sound a little odd, but it’s extremely hard for me as an empath to not feel something about everything. There are thoughts and people and issues that my paying attention to causes nothing but grief. I’m learning to simply shut those out, walk away, and save my time and emotions for something more worthy.
I’m grateful for my grandmother who taught me grace. She glowed with it. It’s not something I can accurately describe, but I know that when I’m not radiating it, my world sinks. I’m grateful I’m taking more notice of that.
I often pray for emotional detachment. I don’t know how to not feel strongly what others are feeling. It’s so hard. My friend Cathy tells me to “Put your shields up. It’s red alert Cap’n Kirk” IDK I’m not sure I have shields.
I’m grateful to feel happy this morning.
I’m grateful we had a nice night, actually just a dinner out, in Beverly Hills last night. That’s just what we do for nice nights out.
I’m grateful my wife wanted to go and she had a really nice time. I’m grateful we have the means currently to go to some of these really nice places and all the staff treat you with such dignity and respect. And it just feels nice once and awhile to be treated that way. Especially when I feel like a bull in a China shop. It’s so not us. But I just think it’s fun.
I’m grateful I’m sober so were not wandering around Beverly Hills after dinner looking for the perfect side cars or ice wine and getting home so dangerously liquored up we don’t remember the Uber ride home. And I’m grateful we don’t do the drunk late night dog walk in the city anymore.
And of course grateful I don’t have a smashing headache this morning.
I’m grateful for my new Chemex carafe to make my fresh ground coffee in.
I’m grateful the Williams Sonoma was just down the street so I could walk a couple of blocks to get what I needed.
I’m grateful I had Pilates yesterday and my instructor does everything different from what I’m use to.
I’m grateful for that Aha! Moment, that I read in my Intimacy In An Alcoholic Relationship.
You can find that on my thread if your interested.
I’m grateful for these readings and the shit I already know and then Bam I know this shit why am I not doing it
I’m grateful I got my dermatologist appointment today and we can figure out the next step to my 2 abnormal moles. God willing he will just cut those fuckers out right now on his table and we can go home.
I’m grateful for y’all.
Why don’t you try wearing a smile for a change and see what happens?
One Day At A Time In Al-Anon
@ShesGotMoxie I can absolutely relate to you both. My mom has always called me a “delicate flower,” which was her pretty way of saying I felt things so much that I was often hurting for others. It’s hard. But I am trying to find ways to appreciate it and like you both protect myself more. It will always be there, I have no doubt.
Today I’m grateful for so much, I’m grateful that today gratitude is coming easily. It’s just one of those days where I am taking deep breaths and just thankful for every single part of my life, the good the bad, the ugly.
I’m particularly grateful for vulnerability. I’m grateful I’ve been able to let go and be open and afraid, tearful, and angry. I’m grateful I’ve been able to be raw in groups of strangers and get so much warmth in return. Sometimes I see so much hate and hurt around me it’s hard to think that people are inherently good. I am grateful for the kindness I am shown, and for the kindness I show, and for all the love in this world even with all of its fucked-up-ness.
More often than not, indifference is considered an undesirable trait, and in some cases it absolutely is. But when it comes to being more free or having more joy and less anxiety, indifference can play a big role. I found an excerpt from Daily Stoic that sums it up…
“The key to a good life is studied indifference? Seems illogical, right? Nope. Imagine if, when someone cut in front of you in line, you could respond with calm and a shrug of the shoulders. (It’s only an extra minute of waiting, right?) A coworker ticks you off—and you go about your day, unaffected. (It says more about them than you anyway) A cold and a sore throat—and you’re the same as you’ve always been, no complaints (Things could be worse).
That’s the point of these exercises: imperturbability. Things that make no difference, things that are outside your control, cease to affect you, and cease to bother you most of all. As a result, the circle of your attention and the problems that can disturb you becomes more limited and focused on items solely within your control. Imagine what that would feel like. Then do more than imagine it: build that kind of life and character for yourself.”
That is a great word. Thanks for sharing this. I do feel like I manage well with these sorts of daily annoyances and don’t let them bother me. I suppose it comes down to applying that skill more broadly, maybe?
I manage annoyances well on most days, but when they get me down, dang but I’m down. I agree about applying this skill more broadly, and for those like us it’s definitely a skill that has to be practiced.
I am grateful for finding this app yesterday. Being 5 days sober without the usual morning blahs. Covid symptoms finally going away and able to walk my lil guy for his walk instead of just pacing the yard. Life is good!
Very grateful for day 8 AF today.
Grateful for looking brighter in my skin.
Grateful for working out again when I’ve avoided so long.
Grateful for you all and taking one day at a time.
I am in Yoga teacher training, too. I am 52. I don’t care. I have a recurring dream, both in sleep and daydream, that I am walking among bent backs, barefoot. Sometimes, I am in a flowing skirt, sometimes I can’t see what I am wearing. I told my Mom, either I am yoga or meditation teacher, or I started a commune and am playing god.
Welcome to this great sober community Cathy. And congratulations on your 5 days.
Just to let you in on a secret. This is where the cool kids hang out . We’re just so grateful we haven’t picked up that first drink today. The Door is always open and the coffee is always on.
I hope to see you around.
Welcome to TS Kathy and you’re so lucky to have found one of the best threads straight away.
Congrats on your 5 days of sobriety, hope to see you around lots.
I’m grateful I can admit to myself and others that I am an addict. I’m grateful that I can see it and knew it was here in me from a young age. I’m grateful that I know that it does not make me unworthy of love and acceptance. I’m grateful that I know that it means I have more work to do on myself and that I am powerless to it. I’m grateful that being an addict and going through trauma makes it possible for me to empathize with all humans. Even if we have different beliefs that at the core we are the same. I’m grateful for love. I’m grateful for forgiveness. I’m grateful that I’m starting to learn that nothing has to happen right this second. That it won’t slip through my fingers if I stop clenching. That if it’s meant to be here with me I shouldn’t have to hold on so tight. I’m grateful for my positivity and open-mindedness. I’m grateful I have a big heart. I’m grateful I’m able to talk about shame. I’m grateful for books. I’m grateful for other people. I’m grateful for laughter. I’m grateful for the people here, a lot of you in this thread, who are here for me. Who take the time to talk to me and teach me and listen. I’m grateful to be a student here. I’m also grateful for people I don’t interact with here as much. Just from you sharing I feel less alone. I see pieces of myself.