Yes I am very grateful for BOMBAS socks.
I’m grateful for the laughs and to tell you the truth. I just spelled it wrong. . Kinda how I got the Ol Burner.
But, I really am grateful for BOMBAS socks, because when I buy a pair of socks they donate a pair to the homeless. If anyone is interested there’s a beautiful video on there website about how it all works. The homeless need socks more than any other item. I don’t buy my socks anywhere else. Plus they carry canoe size for my extra large feet.
I’m grateful for this gang of gratidudes.
I’m grateful for my predawn walks with Benson. I wish I didn’t have to set the alarm for 4:40 though . I’m grateful for that hour to feed the gang and coffee for me.
I’m grateful I don’t play poker. People at the meeting that I haven’t seen for months could tell I was in a foul depressed mood yesterday and I barely shared. I’m grateful they talked to me after the meeting. I’m grateful I’ll see some of them at the meeting tonight.
I’m grateful this scary older gentleman at the meeting, whom I’ve gotten to love, him and his wife, asked me if I wanted to talk. Get coffee. Or BBQ. I’m not grateful I put up my defenses and shied away and let my trust issues take over. I’m grateful when I got to the car I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I’m grateful I teared up and thought. You know. I’ve been complaining to wifey that I got no one. Absolutely No One IRL, face to face, to talk to about what I’m going through watching my wife with this disease.
I’m grateful I then thought of Earl Hightower one of the speakers at one of my kids rehabs a long time ago.
“Coincidence?”
“God’s up there tap dancing a mile a minute giving me exactly what I need!” Why aren’t I taking it?
I grateful I can admit I’m afraid. I’m grateful I can admit I don’t know how to do these things without my wife. I’m grateful to admit I don’t want to break down and cry in front of this guy. I’m grateful to know he’s been there. Currently with his son. I’m grateful I’m going to do my best to find the courage to tell him Fuck Ya!! I want to talk. . Please God give me strength
I’m grateful wifey told me she’s taking the dry September challenge on her support app. It’s a support app for people that want to “cut down.” On their drinking. Ya, like that’s gonna work I’m grateful I can support her no matter what app she is using. I’m grateful she will at least have some kind of support on line. I’m grateful she wants to show me her app and how it works. I’m grateful they give you tasks when you log in. I’m grateful it’s something. I’m grateful I’m terrified. The last time she was going to take a 10 day challenge, I confidently told you guys I had no trouble believing she would succeed and I was happy about that. She didn’t make it past day 2. I’m grateful I know that’s fucking history. And I cannot predict what’s going to happen in September. I’m grateful the wife I know deep inside, can do it.
I’m grateful for my Al-Anon tools and I know my happiness cannot depend on whether or not the alcoholic in my life is drinking or not. But it’s fucking hard folks I feel like I’m watching this disease take her down further and further as it progresses. It’s like I’m sitting here watching her kill herself. Because it is. So, Al-Anon……excuse the fuck out of me if I’m not happy about that all the time. I’m grateful for Al-Anon and I’m not a miserable son of a bitch all the time. I slip up and I have Al-Anon relapses daily. And that’s ok. I don’t have to be perfect anymore. And I’m still sober and that makes me a bad ass.
OMG this must be a million lines long. WTF.
Thank you
I’m grateful I’m good.
I’m grateful for the strength I get here on our home thread.
I’m grateful to see a cat leg and cat ears hanging out of the 7 foot cat condo to lighten my spirits as I wrap this up.
“Love yourself a little extra right now. You’re evolving, learning, healing, growing, and discovering yourself all at once. It’s about to get magical for you.”
Idil Ahmed