There are snowflakes. Just a few. Randomly floating. There is wind. I think it’s probably pretty cold. I’m watching for the coyote. I saw her last week and several other neighbors have reported seeing her. I’m worried to distraction that someone will harm her. She seems to not be too bothered by us, people in the park.
The Thanksgiving Day passed. Phew! My back went out and I developed an awful rash from…? It’s a mystery. I did manage to get some groceries and I did manage to cook a bit. Mostly this involved heating up pre made mashed potatoes, Mac and cheese. There was a rotisserie chicken and I made some stuffing. I bought a can of cranberry sauce. I usually make it from scratch but… doesn’t matter. You would think that would be pretty much no big deal but there’s still the dishes and putting leftovers in containers and finding room in the fridge. All that to eat one plate of food!
Today. Right here right now. The coffee is strong and perfect. It’s quiet. I’m grateful to be alive and sober. Some people were making fun of making a gratitude list. Like it was so uncool. While it’s not twelve step protocol, it was recommended to me very early on. I had no idea what I had to be grateful for. The concept never occurred to me. So wrapped up in my own drama, feeling so victimized by life that I couldn’t comprehend. My sponsor said, “Jami, do you have clean socks on? Hot and cold running water? A safe place to live?”. The instructions were to write down ten things every day. I did. I do still. Thirty one plus years of writing at least ten things. So, the snarky super cool folks don’t speak for me. I’m grateful to not be snarky or cool. Right here right now, on this quiet morning looking out for a solitary coyote in the park, nothing is wrong. There are the cutest little chickadees in the evergreen. A plane flies overhead. My back will get better. I’ll get on my mat and figure it out.
🙏🏻☮️🦋
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