Daily post

Allright, buckle up folks. I couldn't be further out of my comfort zone, and I can't explain why, but here we go.

So tired this morning i couldn't keep my eyes open.  I fell asleep once more and missing out on my usual 3-4 cups of coffee.  I didn't awake till 12:30pm. For me, that's rare. Even in my most raging drunken sprees, I would always be awake in the morning, just ask my poor wife.  I usually chase 3-4 of double shots of Fireball down just to start my day. Well, of course, that's all changed, and a part of me, most likely the alcoholic part, misses it. Now, before you start thinking this dude's about to relapse, think again. No matter what time I wake up now, I still make time for my sobriety.

First thing I do, in my daily routine is make coffee, and sit down and write in my daily goal book and journal. I read the Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous, look up words I don't know in my big ass Webster's Dictionary, and read my AA Daily Reflection for the day. In between, Fred distracts me by jumping in my lap or barking incessantly. I usually try to catch a meeting daily at www.intherooms.com., Although it's been a meeting about 3 times weekly.  I haven't darkened the door entrance of my home group because I have no car, and Uber is seriously expensive.  Nevertheless, I'm serious about my sobriety because there will come a time when some out-there alcoholic or addict in active addiction will look up to my ACTIONS to back up my lofty WORDS. Just kidding about the lofty words, lol. My INTENTION is to be of SERVICE to drunks and addicts. Because only in that manner can I keep it—that is, my sobriety and recovery.

So, back to the afternoon I woke up to. I worked my recovery, cussed at the gaps in the front door letting in cold air. For those in the area, I live in an old ass home in Wellington Heights. Locals, you know: the ghetto, lol. No, it's not so bad here. I always tell my stuck-up sister, the WH is grungy, kind of run down, proletarian neighborhoods and homes mixed with the bourgeoisie ones. Old, dirty, clean, etc. In other words, sketchy, just like me, and that's the way I like it.  Wrapping this post up, I spent the rest of the afternoon applying for jobs, making dinner, and figuring out how to stretch our last couple of c-notes left so to buy groceries, dog food, and other stuff.  It's going to be a squeaker this month of January.  Hoping to start working in February!

And there you have it, a day in the life of a sober, coffee-loving, goal setting, dictionary-reading, recovery-working, Wellington Heights-dwelling individual. Cheers to sobriety and the quirks that come with it!  So long my fellow misfits, and see you tomorrow, Gabriel.