From my inbox, the cheer-me-up version:
Sobanista (day 13): “It’s to the point now that when Wolfie sneaks into my head I don’t want to give up my days.”
Wanting to be a Sober Mom (day 56): “It’s sober & freezing. I need something to complain about since I can’t complain about being hung over.”
Winemonster (day 28): “Belle, I think my husband wants to call the doctor because suddenly I’m obsessed with cleaning and organizing! (A tidy house was never a concern when I was drinking). As my own lighthouse, I don’t want dust, clutter and confusion to dim my light.”
Lirpa (day 46): “Feeling quite good! Had some sneaky wolfie thoughts, but just thought “ewwwww gross!” Just like I would about a gross ex boyfriend! Ha!”
Rx (day 17): “I have to stay sober as I’ve thought up so many treats.”
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from me: run completed, ground beef purchased, homemade english muffins ready for the griddle. i’m going to bed at 9:30 pm tonight. i swear. and i may have to send mr. belle out for chocolate.
I hit the bed at about six and slept til nearly midnight. Now I am up reading blogs and catching up on my food intake for the day. Learning to go to bed when my body was asking me to may have been the hardest life lesson: also the most important. Without adequate rest I become someone without patience, common sense, good judgement and the ability to deal with life’s needs. We have not figured out why a third of our lives must be spent regrouping but we must spend that third and sooner we admit and arrange our lives accordingly the sooner we find the balance that such self-care provides.
Life – an ongoing learning experience that we may never totally Get, yet we cannot stop trying to understand.
Homemade english muffins sound divine!