There Are Things I Do That I Don't Like
A backstage pass to a dysfunctional screen play
Day 2107 of Sobriety
The difference between “Warrior” and “Worrier” is a single letter. Lately I’ve felt like I’m losing a very long game of Scrabble that seems to be missing the only tile I need.
The difference between excitement and anxiety is a single thought. Lately I’ve felt like I’m losing that game too.
So I sit at my desk on the second to last morning I will spend in this house. And I write down all the things that are going right. I list all the things I’m excited about. All the “A” tiles I’ve picked up along the way. Stored in psychic basement boxes. And I start to unpack them all on the page. Because the page has become the warm, safe place I go to self-soothe. Sort through the antiquated file-o-fax of my mind. Contemplate the upgrades I’m going to make this year.
There are things I do that I don’t like. Things I’m starting to notice since my new therapist recommended a meditation book two weeks ago, since becoming a meditation master after just two weeks. It’s a good book! Here’s the title: