· Apr 10, 2019 at 4:49 pm
Do you know what one of the best things in life is? It’s when you get home and realize you have not one but two bags of Kettle Brand potato chips.
It’s almost as good as when all the stars awaken to the sound of the firebird.
#photos #snacks #galantis
· Apr 10, 2019 at 9:53 am
When I got to the place where I couldn’t stand myself anymore, where I didn’t want to be the person I’d always been. And not do the same things I’d always done, I can see now that’s when I had reached the breaking point.
The pain of being me had broken my very soul. Fuck.
It wasn’t the drinking, it wasn’t ever the drugs. It was me. It wasn’t the traffic or the other drivers. It wasn’t other people at all. Well, it was some of those people but when that blanket of denial was pulled back just far enough I could see, when a light came on that cast a clarity almost too bright on what I’d been doing to myself nothing ever looked the same again in the days after.
Thinking back to that moment and all the desperate, frantic pain, tortured to tears, completely sober and sick of being myself, that’s when I turned a corner and walked down a path I’d only heard other people talk about.
And that’s when the spiritual revolution began.
No horse blankets.
#photos #alcoholism #lettherebehope
· Apr 10, 2019 at 7:05 am
The scene is Sara’s kitchen table, around 6:15 am.
She asks me how I slept and I tell her okay but that I woke up at 5:45 am even though my alarm was set for 6:05 am. 🙄
My body was obviously tired after getting up with the sun but I don’t get why it didn’t just sleep for another 15 minutes. It had the time. It wasn’t doing anything else.
My body just does its own thing and most of the time it never makes any sense.
· Apr 8, 2019 at 11:01 am
Life brings me a lot of happiness. Like going to a real estate open house with Maggie just for fun. Or seeing an unexpected cute little flower in my yard. Or eating cherry pie bars with Sara on a normal weeknight.
Most days I remember those are gifts from the cosmos. I only need be my best self and I get all the blessings. God will literally throw shit at me to be happy about.
Here, this is awesome. Take it. Wait, here’s some more. Take this shit, too.
I got happiness all over me like I’m a clown hit in the face with that very cherry pie.
My eyes will literally tear up from happiness. Grace, peeps.
Then there are times when I’m not feeling the kind of happiness that overwhelms me with gratitude. Some days I feel down right blue. Through and through. That’s just life. It’s not all sunshine and flower petals.
But me being who I am my mind can start looking at those things directly to fill me up. I’ll want to selfishly pick the flowers and make them mine. Hold them tight to make me happy. I forget that those things aren’t the true source of happiness. They’re only gifts.
I won’t be happy for long when I set my eyes on the tangible. My happiness is a gift from god for being my best self.
Then I get the presents. 🎁
· Apr 7, 2019 at 5:40 pm
I can keep thinking about how the rain dampened my day ..or.. I can let the rainstorm simply be what it was.
Because do you know one of the best parts of life? Moving on. 😊