I’m grateful I got to babysit last night. He was asleep. But still.
I’m grateful I didn’t have to worry if the parents might think I was drinking. I’m grateful even more freeing is I didn’t have to think or worry or plan about my drinking. I’m grateful right after I got home I went straight to bed instead of having a nightcap. I’m grateful I don’t drink.
I’m grateful I’m going to a meeting this morning at the Bluffs. I’m grateful I’ve been able to just live my life lately and not feel like I need meetings. I’m grateful it’s almost kind of scary and freeing at the same time. I’m grateful I don’t see or feel any urges or triggers anymore. And I have a grateful fear of what could happen to me if I ever picked up again. I’m grateful I don’t think I could handle it. And more grateful I don’t want to “handle it.” Like I could anyway. Not!
I’m grateful my life isn’t settling down anytime soon. I’m grateful I’m just going with the flow and doing the best I can.
I’m grateful it’s difficult for me to break away from my routine recovery work especially this thread. I’m grateful I’m grateful every day. Almost every minute of the day. Anytime of day I can stop and pull up some gratitude. I’m grateful I do that.
Thanks for keeping the lights on.
