Grateful I had a sober day. Can't say I had sobriety when I slept 11 of the hours of the day away.
Grateful that I have freedom of choice. My bed is calling to me again. I am also hearing my TV saying your shows are on and you are behind in your tennis.
Grateful that it is moment by moment, and more will be revealed as I move on into a new day. There is no rush as I only have about 40 min. left in this day.
Grateful that I have food to eat, even if I don't feel like eating it. I feel like making cookies, but don't have the energy to make them. I am thinking of oatmeal chocolate if I can find a recipe I only have coco, not the square or chips.
Grateful that what I saw of it, the sun did come out. If there was a storm, I didn't hear it.
Grateful my son was here, even though I am still waiting for him to do my floors and finish my painting. He takes after his mother, starts something and has trouble finishing it. It must be the addict in him.
Grateful that with a bit of an argument and a few choice words, my computer is working. I must may have to get myself a new one when I get my refund back. I have worn a lot of the lettering off the keys and some of the keys don't want to go down when I press on them. I have to be very aggressive with them in order for them to print.
Grateful that it is one day at a time.
Grateful for much more I am sure, just not thinking of it in the moment.
Grateful for my God, so glad He is willing to put up with me.
Grateful for all those who walk this journey with me.
