08.21.25
Today feels like one of those days where nothing seems to line up right. The saying, “If it was raining dicks, I’d get hit in the head with a tit,” pretty much sums it up. I’ve been running non-stop these past couple of weeks—between work and personal life, it feels like there’s always something demanding my attention.
I keep reminding myself that it’s better to be busy than bored, but I’m also noticing the cost. My routines that keep me sober are harder to hold onto. I sit with my daily readings and my mind is scattered, racing a hundred different directions. The words don’t land—they’re just ink on a page. Writing, which usually helps, even feels like another task on my list instead of an outlet.
I know I have to give myself grace. I’m only human, and I can’t do a million things at once. My dad’s voice echoes in my head: “Do it right the first time or you’ll be doing it over and over again.” That reminder feels like an invitation to slow down, to focus, to take care of the basics instead of chasing everything all at once.
This weekend, I want to recharge. I’m going to keep plans to what’s truly necessary and give myself space to breathe. I need that pause—because sobriety isn’t about perfection, it’s about showing up for myself with honesty and balance.
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