Even stupid days pass

I'm doing very well, in general. I like not drinking and I don't suffer from many withdrawal symptoms. Until that one day, I had a real day off for the first time in my sober period.

The night before, I'd resolved to get up early, clear out my house, and then enjoy a few moments to myself.

But it didn't go the way I wanted. I had slept badly. And I felt very gloomy, that nasty feeling in your stomach, head a bit thumping, bah bah. I bumped my toe against the edge of the bed, in the toilet the belt of my dressing gown hung in the pot. While taking a new box of crackers from the basement cupboard, I knocked over the liquorice jar. When I want to clean it up, I throw half the stock off the shelves. I've been four times already, YOU ARE NOT MEANING THIS!!! called.

And then I look outside, it starts to get light very carefully. I grab something to eat, fill my cup with coffee and I walk outside. I live near the Maas, so I walk to a nice spot, sit on a bench and have breakfast, drink coffee, while watching the sunrise over the water.

Once back home, I clear out the basement closet, take a nice shower, put on a nice dress and get dressed. And that while I don't have to go anywhere, because corona… But just for myself. And I feel a little better already. The rest of the day I just do things that make me happy.

Yes dear people, everyone has their moments, I used to reach for the bottle, now I take things as they come, and I enjoy all the beauty around me.

I end as I started, even stupid days, or moments pass.

Have a great day everyone.