well, it's been a different kind of day. i am satisfied with myself at the moment, and that hasn't happened much lately, so that's a good thing. i'm on my way to an AA meeting, i have to give the lead today, share my story, my experience, strength and hope. when i feel compromised like this, i hate having that obligation. but i have found that being true to life is much better than fabricating a false happiness. because change comes and it doesn't even stop at the grave. but sobriety is possible through the worst of situations.
i got up and said my prayer today. i didn't go to the Hall, and i didn't go to my meeting. but i did apologize to Jehovah for my ingratitude. my attitude has been horrible, and i know it. i still have enough meat in my freezer to end the month. i still have heat, i still have clothes, i still have shelter. my car has gas in it. my child is safe. i have nothing that i need to complain about. so this blues, though partly seasonal, partly residual and partly organic, is amplified by my pre-programmed proclivity toward making mountains out of molehills. i took my blood sugar and then got to work. i have all the computer images i need for one of the scenes for my MJ commercial. i had breakfast, i watched some television. i did my stretches and my crunches. i did, through the day, a picture for a flyer for Mechanical Jesus, since i can't keep 'borrowing' other people's images for my backgrounds. i finished it and the flyer. i talked to Lonnie early, i talked to Rachel later in the day. i had soup and a personal pizza for lunch. i feel better. i'm not 100 percent, but i'm not zero either, and i'm happy enough on whatever the needle falls on. i am going to do this meeting, find me some dinner, and i'm going to start the day like i end it, with positive thoughts and a willingness to move forward. and put in a few applications when i get home as well. i love my Creator, I am thankful to my God, and i am blessed with friends and family who love me. that is my riches, my abundance.
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