1511

This is my 1511th post. The 1511th time I have sat at my computer and started writing something for my blog. Probably the 1143rd time I have had basically no idea what I was going to write.

But the other morning as I left for work, I noticed that my trash had multiplied and my heart leapt for joy! I got to share my story on Saturday night and I talked about my trash - what it means to me, how symbolic it is of my sobriety. I have written about it here, if you are so fascinated by my trash that you wish to read more about it. Summarized: There is nothing I am ashamed of in my trash, I have paid the bill for my trash collection, I remember to take it out to the curb in time, etc. it is symbolic of being a sort-of-responsible-person today.

Imagine my joy when I saw that someone else had slipped their trash over to the end of my driveway. I have this little paltry half black plastic bag of trash. Someone else added their "big lots" bag. And together, they both got snowed on. I bet they had more trash too. I speculate that they distributed their trash around, not being able to afford to pay for trash removal anymore. It is not cheap! If I knew who they were, I would tell them to bring it over here every week. I would be overjoyed to provide that service for someone else. I pay a lot of money for a little half bag of trash most weeks.

Nothing new today. I am going to go out and run as soon as it is light outside... which is later and later every morning. So I will be quite late for work. Some of the residual damage from the rape referenced yesterday is that I really avoid being outside after dark, or in this case, before light. Pretty big damage, huh?

But I am alive, I am sober, I am healthy, and I am happy. I am a 57 (almost 58) year old woman who is going out for a run in a minute. How cool is that?

Thank you God!