Grateful for another day of sobriety. It has that kind of feeling. It is what I choose it to be.
Grateful for the food I have to eat. Thinking of dinner with steak, mushroom fried rice, and corn. Thank God for this food.
Grateful that I woke up this morning.
Grateful that I was open and willing to come on line to post.
Grateful that I have a clear head, an open heart, and a sense of humour, which I hope doesn't offend anyone.
Grateful for the opportunity to go back to bed and start my day again. I hear it calling to me and so far, I have ignored it. I have even been getting the yawns along with the voice. Maybe it is because I only slept 2 1/2 hours yesterday and it wants to play catch up.
Grateful that some is good, more is better. It doesn't have to lead into addiction, it cann be about the good things in life; as long as I remember to not spoil myself rotten and be responsible.
Grateful for the people in my life and for all of you who follow my recovery journey.
Grateful that you are a part of my sobriety.
