This time of day
It's that time of day again...
... yep. That time of day. Know what I like about this time of day?
I woke up.
I'd like to ask, "How often does one just find themselves waking up on a daily basis?" That question may seem odd to the normie, but to the recovering alcoholic/addict -- it's a freakin' miracle.
I love this time of day these days. When I was active in my alcoholism/addiction, I absolutely dreaded waking up! I would get down right angry about it. I was afraid to face the sunlight and all the glory that the world would partake in as I watched, miserably, the joys and laughters I had not felt since a very young child.
I was blessed with an ending yesterday that I hadn't in a while. I didn't want to go to my meeting, but strangely was being held accountable (the program tends to have that effect on us), and what a great meeting it was, I really needed that. Immediately afterwards, I was invited to do some serious service work, where I walked out with a number to a struggling young man at just 72 hours of sobriety. To boot, I got to hang out with one of my besties, HW, a person I always enjoy hanging out with. We've planned a camping trip in the near future. I can't remember the last time I went camping without a family member (I think I was 23 back then -- maybe).
And this morning, tired as I am, I plant my feet on the ground first thing and I thank my higher power for these moments. I AM SOBER. I am alive. I am now doing what I had once thought was not possible. I am doing what I once thought the only answer to was death. I am doing. Period.
I like this time of day. More and more.