Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Into my 23rd year...
I am sitting here with a beautiful morning breeze wafting through my lace curtains. I love it when that happens, and it hasn't happened for a while. It rained like mad last night which is wonderful. It cooled things off and we needed the moisture desperately.
Daave wrote about not having anything new to be grateful for today, but then came to the conclusion that being grateful for the same things day after day is really OK (I hope I haven't taken too much license with what you wrote Daave). I feel like I have nothing much to write about today. It has been such a dramatic week. I am a little tired from it all.
So, I am just into my 23rd year of sobriety. It is an average Wednesday morning. I will go to work a little bit early so that I can leave early and take a bike ride and swim with my daughter. In my early sobriety I had to learn how to live through the average and "boring" moments and days without creating drama. I learned to be satisfied with the simple pleasures of life - like the breeze coming through the lace curtains.
"How wonderful is the feeling that we do not have to be specially distinguished among our fellows in order to be useful and profoundly happy. Not many of us can be leaders of prominence, nor do we wish to be." -- Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions, p. 128-129