Oh crap you guys!
I’m down south so not on my normal schedule. I’m hitting the sack early as my drive starts at 6 am tomorrow. That said, this is a crazy day for many non-drinkers. Some of my best memories of this day involve good food, good music, and drink. But as the years went by, St. Pat’s was just another day of heavy drinking - one with a thin veneer of acceptability. I am happy to be sober and looking forward to a morning without guilt, anxiety, and illness.
How’s your VAG this week?
My V: Tonight I made an amazing soup from the corned beef and cabbage leftovers from last night. Added fresh garlic, butter, sautéed cabbage, and blended it all. Topped it with baby Swiss cheese, shredded beef, sauerkraut, and a tiny bit of Russian dressing. A Reuben in a bowl! I love cooking for my Grandmere.
A: I am thinking way too much about death. My anxiety is out of control - dad went into hospice this time last year, and my grandmother is less steady on her feet, and who the hell knows what will happen with bro. I’m on the edge with all my worries. One day at a time is the only way I’m going to make it.
G: my step mom. She’s a good egg. Even though we’ve only known each other for five years, she is a big part of my life. She’s taken on a parenting role and I’m really lucky to have her. She was also my inspiration for getting sober as she’s been a friend of Bill since she was 21.