I’m grateful for hangovers. Ya that’s right. The insanity of hangovers, and still I continued to drink. I probably got headachey hangovers 90% of the time the last ten years of my drinking. Yet it still didn’t stop me. Well, 45 years later it did. The insanity of hangovers was my driving force at the very beginning of my sober journey. I’m grateful every morning I wake up now. How cool is that?
I’m grateful for gratitude. Not only did I wake yesterday thinking gratitude on my way to the bathrooom in the dark. TMI? But I was GratiHappy all day long. I’ve heard “you got to create your own happiness sometimes,” but yesterday was like GratiHappy all day long. It didn’t matter what or when or how I was doing something yesterday. I was just grateful doing it, whatever it was, and happy all day long.
I’m grateful gratitude is such a powerful weapon.
I’m grateful I even called people on the phone yesterday. And they are like what’s wrong? We talked yesterday. My sister. My daughter cautiously answering yeah……. I Just wanted to tell you about my sister real quick………
I’m grateful I asked my daughter how her pain was? It’s uncomfortable for me because I don’t know what to say. Ever! But I’m learning I can just listen. And acknowledge and emphasize. I don’t have to say shit. It’s probably better that way anyway.
#Fuckchronicpain! Add that to ya list. With that said, I’m grateful I got just a little pain in my back this morning. Pretty minor.
I’m grateful for my sober deck dog selfies yesterday. And just enjoying my sunset sober with my dogs from my deck. It may not be the Pacific Ocean, from high up on the cliffs. Or on the beach. But a sober sunset is a gorgeous sunset wherever I want it to be.
I’m grateful Minnie doesn’t snore like a linebacker Got my wife for that. careful buddy. Actually Minnie snores like a beautiful white noise machine. I should record it. I’m grateful since I lost 40-50 pounds and I’m sober I’ve been told I hardly snore at all anymore. Ahh… the blessings of sobriety. Too many to count. No more getting punched or shoved in my sleep.
Love you guys.
Therefore, in order to keep me from becoming conceited, I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me. Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
2 Corinthians 12:7-10