I’m grateful for a lot today. I’m grateful for a daughter who’s making me take a vacation. I’m grateful for the things that happen when you’re open and willing. I’m grateful for surprises. I’m grateful for the feeling I get when I’m kind. I’m grateful for AleveX Gel. I’m grateful to be sober today.
“What is this secret,” you ask?There is a magical place on a certain subway platform where a magical portal opens, often just for me, even though masses of people are struggling to crowd through other portals just yards away.1 I don’t share this information with many people, because that would be counter-productive, and I do feel a little annoyed when I see someone standing in that precise spot, because, as I mentioned, I have to come to believe that it is my private, magical portal. But now I’m sharing with you what I’ve been freely given.2
Oh wait, these guys have been pestering me, so let me remind you:
I’m not saying it’s getting competitive over here at Sober HQ, but there are a lot of questions about promotion schedules, traffic interpretations, overall fairness and “am I really trying?” I will say that Tommy and Jane are running pretty neck and neck in terms of traffic and for some reason, it reminds me of the old Quisp vs. Quake cereal competition:
I was 100% Quisp and, of course, my brother was all-Quake and even got the silly plastic miner’s helmet at one point.3 It also turns out that neither cereal was really "chock full of vitamins," chock full of sugar? Yes. Anyway, you should check out Growing Pains and Now A Word From Your Sponsor and if you wanted to say nice things, I know that they would both appreciate it:
Thanks for Letting Me Share
Yes, I deliberately used the word “magical” twice in one sentence. It’s that magical.
I’m going to be honest, this is probably not the best example of “practicing these principles” in all of my affairs.
By stealing all of the boxtops I’d been saving. Which maybe I had stolen from him in the first place? It’s murky.