So I've been a bit poorly and a bit quiet this week. I'm not very unwell, just a cold, but its remarkable how I'd use it normally as an excuse to treat myself to both cold medicine and wine to make me feel better. But, not this time. This time I just gave in to the tiredness and went with it. I cancelled plans and I took care of me. Now none of this is rocket science, but taking care of me is a pretty big deal and its new to me too. I seem to be thinking more and more this week, and in general, how do I feel about that. What does that mean if I commit to something, do I want to do it? The feeling of resentfulness and overwhelm for me I think were big triggers to boozing. So I'm avoiding them like the plague. And, this week despite being ill, I've found myself to be a bit more contented than normal. Lets not focus on that and scare it away.
I did enjoy the kids being home for a brief while, all four of us out and about just doing 'normal' stuff. I'm stressing less about my daughter and our relationship, something seems to have moved a bit there. So that's progress too, if its me, of if its her, or if its both of us, I'm just so grateful that its shifting and our new 'normal' is beginning. So as weeks go, its pretty unexciting, I've not really done much this week aside sleep and work. No therapy, no SMART, nothing. Its not been a bad week, but I've just felt like I've had too much on to do more than just work and sleep. And working and sleeping is grand, colds however, are now getting a bit dull.
I remind myself, I'm too sober for things like getting ill.
So a week of limited drama's and crisis, funny how those go when you're sober for long. And I celebrated 150 days sober with gusto and a permanent job offer. I sat in the garden at work, during lunch, just sitting in the sun (sniffing and coughing) thinking, if this is a sober life, this isn't bad. Was called into the office before I left, offered a permanent job, seemingly I have a 'sunny cheerful disposition'. Who knew. But, I'm well chuffed a p/t job with likeminded folks, ticks one of my how to be happy boxes.
We celebrated big style. Well they do say feed a cold don't they? Happy sober week folks.