I’m grateful for a day of playing hooky. I’m grateful for a calm, peaceful morning. I’m grateful for easing into and out of things. I’m grateful for the things that had to be. I’m grateful it’s Saturday. I’m grateful to be sober today.
On one of the many occasions when I’ve announced the new schedule here, the Saturday morning gratitude list has been described as some kind of “round-up” thing.1 Well, that’s not exactly where we are going today. As I mentioned, I decided to start tackling some of the stories I’ve avoided for a long time. I’ve written about realizing how much had happened to me in Septembers and Octobers and decided it was time to start telling those stories. I spent a lot of my time in Stockholm and Copenhagen wandering around, listening to this one song and remembering a lot about this one October.
I think that’s why writing has become so important to my recovery. It makes me remember the stuff I drank to forget. I don’t find that enjoyable, but it is apparently essential. There is some kind of alchemical thing going on where once I write out the things that happened and how it felt, those feelings and those stories lose their secret hold on me. Someone smarter than me can explain why that works, but it’s not necessary for me. I know that’s how it works. So, without further ado, here is one of the first stories about October:
I didn’t send this to your inboxes, so if you want to read it, you’ll have to click on the link. Also, reading it on the website or the app is just a better experience.
I may read this one eventually, and if I do, I’ll let you know. Hope you have a great Saturday.
Thanks for Letting Me Share
The quotation marks reflect indecision, not sarcasm.
I really like this photo!
"There is some kind of alchemical thing going on where once I write out the things that happened and how it felt, those feelings and those stories lose their secret hold on me." YES!!!
Wonderful post! :D