April 23, 2016

I wrote the following a couple days ago but now I have something else to add. On Friday I got one of the best. gifts. ever. I had a virtual  meetup with a fellow sober blogger from across the pond. ( where did that come from, it’s a fucking ocean people! ) Anyway it was wonderful to look at and talk with someone who’s been on this journey with me almost as long as I have.   It was like seeing an old friend and talking as if we did it everyday.  I admire  her writing, (she hardly ever swears), her intelligence, her compassion, her grit and determination. It made my day, week, and so on. Thank you sweet Prim, (https://takinganewpath.wordpress.com) for giving me a lovely gift. I’m toasting you with one of your nojitos and Twinings Earl Grey tea. Cheers.  She’s lovely, absolutely lovely inside and out.

 

Can you believe it? 1000 days. Amaze balls ( that’s for you Mrs. D). Freakin’ awesome. Don’t have enough adjectives to express how good it feels.  I’ll probably stop counting days now and just go to years. Woo hoo.  Who’d have thought?  1000 days ago sobriety was something I wished for, prayed for, and desperately desired.

I have never felt better. I’m eating a “fairly” healthy diet, not counting my daily mocha lattes. I’m exercising, the weather has finally turned to Spring here. I’m enjoying my husband, kids and grandchildren.  Number 5 grandchild is on the way. ( Now I have to worry for the next 6 months about those fucking mosquitoes making their way here) other than that I’m good. Really good.

Getting ready to start our veggie gardens. Keeping baby bunnies out of Olive’s way. She has an awfully strong prey instinct. She’s had two so far. Stupid. Fucking. Rabbits. (Literally)  Fenced yard and 2 Labrador retrievers and they still nest in the yard.  Death wish. Walked in the St. Patrick’s Day 5K, had a really good finish.  Started a cycling class in addition to my Pilates, at least until the weather gets better which may be August. Painfully spending an hour a day trying to clean the basement. I hate basements, spiders and the occasional mouse poop, Mickey better stay the fuck away from my basement, oh how I hate that. Still going to book club and still listening to audio books while I clean or run errands. Saw the musical Beautiful, AWESOME, of course that was when I was in my prime, back when I was a “Natural Woman” (did you know she wrote that! So cool.) Babysitting, dancing with little princesses and watching Disney Channel with the four of them ( I know the theme songs to too many of those damn shows)  That about sums it up.

That last paragraph, normal, just everyday mundane things. Normal. What a fabulous word.  I didn’t think I’d ever be just normal. From a lush to normal. How glorious to be living, just living everyday. No worries about 5 o’clock becoming 4:30, becoming 4 so I could start drinking.  Instead of my days being consumed with thinking about drinking and then drinking I’m now just living. It’s not the least bit boring, which is what a lot of people in early sobriety think.  It’s filled with all sorts of wonder. I notice everything now, the trees budding, my grandson figuring out how to walk, when someone needs a kind word, wondering when the moron down the street will shut his damn dog up. (I couldn’t go all nice on you, you’d think someone else was writing this, all Julie Andrews running through “the hills are alive” shit).  When I was in high school a very strange boy who sat in front of me in one class thought I looked just like Julie Andrews. Where the hell was I going with this? Oh yeah, and when I smile I mean it, not just going through the motion. I’m living.

I still use my sober toolbox. Listen to Belle’s One Minute Messages everyday.  I don’t want to let down my guard.  I’ve come too far.  So, even though life’s just normal I won’t forget how hard I worked to get here. 1000 days.

Bring on more treats, I’m worth it! I’m thinking two very expensive down pillows because crawling into bed should elicit the same ahhhhhh as having a massage at a spa. A pedicure, a new Fitbit ( because I want it to tell me how little sleep I get, like I don’t all ready know) the list goes on….

Doesn’t get any better than this.

We all need to sit and watch the world. It’s grand.

1000 days.  Fucking A!!! Now there’s a saying from the 70’s that has weathered  the test of time.  Just like me.

Groovy.😊 (Couldn’t resist)

Sharon

PS. Husband #1 is at 112 today. Wonder what he wants as a reward?😉