I am going to give all of the things in my head the day off today, I'll have to see how that actually works out. So far, everything is brilliant, but it's only 9a. Strawberries, sprouted toast, and guayusa tea for breakfast. You know, hot tea, tea time, replacing just about all drinks other than… Continue reading Reprieve
I'm somehow always elbows deep in a project of some sort or other. This is meditative, peaceful. I have been working lately on quieting the mind as I go about such tasks. That is a lot harder than I ever intended it to be. Yet, when progress is made in that aspect, whew! Amazing feels.… Continue reading A big, awful candy bar walking around in shoes…
Today was something I could drink from a mug. I was completely off work. I say completely as I wasn't on call, no errands that were necessary, and no tasks that absolutely needed my attention. This day was at my will, my leisure. So I cleaned. I deeeeeep cleaned. It felt awesome, like it always… Continue reading Contentment and sentiment.
Well, here's Friday. I am alerting myself now that it is the beginning of the weekend, so that maybe the rest of me will remember that and possibly not have a panic attack. I have absolutely no idea why this keeps happening in this pattern, but it's definitely gotten on my last nerve. I'd really… Continue reading Descending again.
The house is washing, dishes are folded. Yard is wet and the kitchen dry. Feels like Saturday! Two crossword puzzles ahead, a little drizzle outdoors, the baby has somehow trapped himself with an armchair and I am searching for an old typewriter. So, we are buying a home in the near future. That should be… Continue reading Estimation words.
Ups and downs must be the most frustrating part of abstaining. Mornings start out all grateful, almost teary eyed as I say in my head how fortunate I am to be in my own home, with my own belongings, completing these tasks. The lunch time hits. I've changed three shitty diapers, pulled him down from… Continue reading Cuidado
Cooking makes me want to drink. So badly. Grab a glass of wine, start dinner. I’m commended often on my cuisine and looovvveeee the entire process from start to finish. When I first stopped drinking, this sucked. I didn’t want to cook. All of my food tasted horrible as well. In the past month however,… Continue reading Cooking.
Mostly Guilford Yuma action the past week.
To be quite frank, recovery is much harder with a partner. Not just because we aren't in the same boat, but because he doesn't think what I am doing is noble OR necessary. Constantly complaining about my choices. This is hard enough as it is. I don't want to be made to feel like I… Continue reading How many years? How many disorders?
It is finally the weekend. I worked with two separate clients today, as I usually do on Friday. The only harrowing issue with this is that they live 20 miles from one another. Also, both of them sure love their alcohol and keep it stocked up and in plain view. That was honestly rather difficult… Continue reading I can’t math.