It’s Saturday night. I’m sitting on the little green couch drinking a cup of chamomile tea. I have a houseful of kids. I had some cashews. I’m wearing bright blue sweatpants and a black hoodie with little hearts all over it. I am sober.
I keep thinking: “Dude, this rocks.”
It rocks because I know that I’ll be able to get up in the morning and not want to crawl right back into bed. I can feel full of possibility tonight and tomorrow! As soon as I digest these cashews I might go do some yoga in the office while the kiddos have a Saturday night movie. Or I might keep reading the book I’m reading. Or stare off into space. Listen to these kids and be grateful that I’m sober so that we can have sleepovers.
It only takes me just a little minute to be grateful for all this. But it makes me smile for a long time.