I’m grateful for watching the sky turn orange this morning. I’m grateful it’s Saturday morning. I’m grateful for having projects. I’m grateful for finally seeing which pens really are the best and finding other people who share that view. I’m grateful to be sober today.
SATURDAY GRATITUDE ROUND-UP
seven days of gratitude. one tiny email.
You may still be shaking your head a little, but yes, it’s Saturday morning and that means this can be nothing other than the Saturday Gratitude Round-Up. Before diving into the very recent, yet strangely forgettable past, I would like to offer an apology for those of you who clicked on a link yesterday that looked something like this:
Consider this a Low-Risk Trust Exercise (and I’m 100% not Rick-Rolling you)
Some of you expressed dismay, some of you complained that you simply couldn’t stop watching it (well, that’s more a rhetorical flourish than a fact), and many of you just didn’t watch it.1 That’s a probably a good thing, because this is what I really wanted you to watch2:
A Super Serious Meditation on Life's Ups and Downs
And with that, it’s the somewhat amusing, rarely forwarded Saturday Gratitude Round-Up (as always, clicking is intended to take you to that day’s gratitude list and now I’m hoping I haven’t done anything to breach our trust in terms of the links).
Sunday Gratitude Extravaganza
1.29.23
Sober Girls Edition
1.30.23
This weekend, I spent some time writing out resentments (have 20 something done out of 40 something) and had this wonderful epiphany that one of the resentment lists I need to do is on myself….I’ll let you know how that one goes…
Let It Shine
1.31.23
The Big Book is not a series of discussion prompts for meetings, nor is it a collection of snappy, zappy sayings designed to inflict humility on newcomers and day counters. As I wrote not too long ago, while watching this fabulous Julia Child series, the Big Book might be seen as a kind of cookbook and the steps and the instructions are recipes.
Husbands and Snowflakes
2.1.23
…you are going to tell me that in all of recorded history there have never been two snowflakes that are alike? Sorry, you’re going to need to make that putt. Seriously, we have identical twins, matching pajamas and you can throw six sixes in Yahtzee way more often than the astronomical odds involved in every snowflake being unique.
Diary of a Sober Girl
Jan 26-Feb. 1
How Coffee Saved Me
2.3.23 (a perfect date!)
I determined this was a very, very shitty situation; this pre-rehab, early detention. It occurred to me that if someone was looking for a way to drive home the point about how completely alone I was, well, this was a very effective way to do that.
Well, that’s the week that was here at Sober HQ. Were you thinking there was
something else?
Thanks for Letting Me Share
And if I were going to “Rick-Roll” you, it would probably go a little more like this: "Click here and save these adorable puppies (lots of pictures of puppies here and it's completely ok to click.)”
I haven’t quite formulated all of the contours of this, but supposing I were to set a goal, say to reach a certain number of subscribers, and, upon reaching said goal, promised to do a public karaoke rendition of “Heaven on the 7th Floor,” or another song as may be negotiated by the parties, and then posted the video here?
🤣 Wildly entertaining! And yes, we want karaoke.