I’m grateful for another puttering kind of day. It’s warmer out - 15C, which is balmy for here, and makes being outside enjoyable. I’m grateful for that.
I’m grateful to feel reflective today, tonight. About this year, about life.
I’m grateful for the phone conversations I had tonight with two dear friends. I’m grateful for both of them, both huge supports to me and my recovery. The second is older, probably close to 80 by now and someone I knew from work. Hasn’t had a drink in close to 40 years, I think? We had lost touch but I looked him up when I was on travelling vacation this summer and we’ve stayed in touch since. His health has recently taken a huge turn, with doctors giving estimates of how much time left, etc. (Of course, he’s one to still find humour where he can - and I’m not surprised.) I’m grateful I reconnected with him when I did. I’m grateful to be able to be present to him (albeit over phone and email) and his time left here.
I’m grateful to understand how fleeting it all is, and to relish in today. I’m grateful to know I can only do this when I’m sober and working my recovery.
I’m grateful I can balance all this reflection with lighter thoughts, like wondering what the heck the dead thanksgiving frig and bee sting are all about, @Lisa07 and @Dazercat? I’m grateful I don’t hafta make another sober snow angel. My bladder’s a few years older and there was a fair amount of giggling involved.
I’m grateful for all of you, for this shared place and space.
I’m grateful for another day.