Gratitude

Recently I have had some extra challenges to manage, along with regular life shit. I am now 6 months sober. A fact that I am super proud of. Being sober can be more stressful and more difficult, because there's no longer a buffer between me and life. I no longer lean on the crutch of alcohol, and I have to face life head on now. The sober life is definitely better than the drinking life, however it's very different. Sometimes it feels like the weight of the world is incredibly heavy. In those times I've found the best thing to do is to be grateful. Sometimes it's just something small. It may be gratitude for what isn't going wrong. I feel like most of the time I'm so blessed, but at times I forget. Living life without my person might be a reason I forget to be grateful. Even if life looks horrible, there is always something to be grateful for. When we are grateful for what we have, life gives us more to be grateful for. Waking up every morning. Having food and water. The people who love me. Having a home. Having health. Having pets. I am so thankful for the way my life looks today, even though I miss my person and life is not always sunshine and rainbows. Whatever your blessings are please remember to count them, especially when life is kicking your ass. Much love, Ceeeej 

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