Sometimes I think I like things like this because I know how much my mother wouldn't. I hate to think that I am almost 59 years old, my mother has been dead for 39 years, and I still have a bit of a rebellious streak. Everything had to be "just so" at our home. I thought it was an incredible amount of pressure. Isn't a home supposed to be for the pleasure of the people who live there? I have tried to arrange my homes for the comfort of whoever lived in them with me - even if only me. My current home certainly is a comfortable place. My sponsor says that walking into it is like "a loving embrace." wow.
This morning I woke up at 3 a.m. and was unable to get back to sleep. I really hate that I do that. I tried to make good use of the time and went to a 6:30 meeting. It was nice to be there. I met up with an old friend and sponsee.
Work seems to have turned some kind of hideous corner since I wrote about loving my job. I have been wondering how I can possibly retire years sooner than I had planned. Or scheming to do something else. Amazing how things can change so quickly. Hopefully they will change quickly again. Every day I redouble my efforts to put a smile on my face and be as pleasant as I can and work as diligently as I can. (Would redoubling actually be quadrupling?) That is all I know how to do. Well, that and pray. And try to turn my thoughts to others.
And get to bed now and pray for a good night's sleep.
And thank you for reading this.