I can’t remember who said this one night during group therapy, but his line was, “I’ve traded in happy for peace.” I’ve held on to that, especially last week, when I was never particularly happy, but found a way to be at peace. I swung the hell out of the 11th Step hammer, praying and meditating early and often each day. I was never particularly good at being happy before I started drinking, and I don’t even know really know what happiness is, so it feels right to have a new aim. I know what peace is, I know that I want it, and I’m learning how to get it.
Heider’s excitement for her first day of school.
Mac randomly running into my office for a kiss.
I saw a dead mouse on a walk, and it made me sad. That’s okay.
I am in awe of the innate will to live in all creatures.
Not throwing up today! My ultra-weird (they’re never the same) cycle down may be over.
Doing the best I can at work and accepting that as enough.
The two free couches we got over the weekend. I can actually sit and watch T.V. when my family does!
More great ideas for tattoos. Who knows, maybe I’ll get one one day.
I didn’t drink Diet Coke today and only had six Zyn pouches, per my SMART goal.
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