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I wanted to share tonight about the topic of being more specific in our gratitude—really taking the time to name why we’re grateful for someone or something, and noticing the little things we often missed when we were drinking.
It’s easy to rattle off the big stuff: health, family, a roof over my head. But sobriety has given me the ability to pause long enough to notice the little things too. Like the way the clouds looked this morning—soft and layered like cotton. Or the cluster of tiny purple flowers growing through a sidewalk crack that I would’ve walked right past a year ago without a second thought.
I didn’t end up sharing tonight. Right before the meeting, I was reading with my sponsor when my face started aching. It started with the ice water hitting a tooth that just had a filling replaced, and it turned into a full-on throbbing headache in my temple. When I got home I went to clean out the dog’s water trough in the backyard and found a little bird floating in it—another victim of Queenie the bird-obsessed hunter. She just can’t help herself. I should put her in rehab. 😉
But even after that, I’m still able to feel grateful. Grateful for sobriety, which gives me the awareness and the pause. Grateful for ibuprofen. Grateful for long rake handles so I don’t have to touch dead birds. Grateful for a warm, soft bed I get to crawl into soon. And grateful I notice more of the little things. That feels like enough for today.
I’ll try again tomorrow.
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