Grounding Myself

8.10.25

I needed a day at home to ground myself—to rest, recharge, and breathe. No meetings. No phone calls to catch up with family, except Kendall. Just quiet. I felt only a tiny twinge of guilt for keeping the world at arm’s length, but it faded quickly.

I even braved the weed eater, which turned out to be far less intimidating than I’d imagined. The front yard looks sharp now—sharp enough that I caught myself smiling at it on the way back inside. I made a grocery run, cooked for the week, and put together a dish for tomorrow’s book club.

It was just me, three dogs, two cats, and the comfort of home. The stillness felt like a reset button before another chaotic week ahead. Sometimes balance doesn’t just appear—you have to create it. And in sobriety, creating that balance is not just self-care—it’s survival.