March 30, 2012

Today, I received a call back regarding an application for employment submitted to a behavioral health agency. After completing a telephone interview and an online assessment I'll now wait for a call to set up an interview. I'm so excited! My heart feels lighter already. Had a lovely cup of coffee with Jes and then spent hours in the craft store stocking up on all I need for my new line on etsy. Life is looking upward.

March 29, 2012

Today, my dad gave me a rose he grew in his garden.

March 28, 2012

Today, we began adding color to my left sleeve. Nino is incredibly talented and I love his work.

March 27, 2012

Today, is Dory's 22nd birthday. Its hard to believe how fast my little sisters have grown from the babies they once were, to the beautiful women they are today. I feel a little old today, like I've already lived through what would have killed a normal person twice. We had a nice celebration at the home dad and Cindy are about to lose, wondering if this might be our last. Dad made a huge batch of spaghetti, Catty baked a cake, and I brought ice cream. All in all it was a lovely evening. The end of the night found dad and I discussing where I'm at in my recovery. I need to reconnect to my gratitude to remember how far I've come, and how I got to where I am today. Without doing what I've been doing I haven't been getting what I have gotten and I want to be back in a place where I'm moving forward, and giving back, rather than stagnating and feeling nothing but the force of my disease pressing against me endlessly. Here's to a better tomorrow.

March 26, 2012

Today, I am reminded that recovery is an ongoing process and not a destination. Today, I'm reminded that I'll have to fight these diseases until the day I die. Today, I feel defeated because there are no easy answers, and no matter how hard you work there's always miles to go before you sleep. I'm grateful for how far I've come thus far, but a reminder of how long this road truly is has me feeling rather sad today.

March 25, 2012.

Today, dad and I had ice cream sundaes at Swenson's. The weekend was hard work, suffering through the 4th avenue street fair, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. On the other side of the chaos I have two full days off to rest and recuperate.

March 25, 2012

Today, an I love my life party thrown for me this lovely Sunday morning by the lovely Ms Jes. Life is good.

March 24, 2012

Today, the air filled with hookah and chain smoked cigarettes, Jes and I sit on her quiet little patio discussing the day's events. Athena sits nearby, silently on guard against whatever may be lurking in the shadows, a low bark resting at ready in her little doggie throat. It's comfortable here with my dear friend and my lovely dog. The air is crisp and sweet, maybe 65 degrees, it's perfect Tucson weather. It was a long day at the diner, I survived another day of the chaos that is the street fair. Jes is diligently working on her beautiful cake stand creations. I sip a perfectly blended iced coffee and think about ways I might help myself to write every day. With a little help from my smart phone I begin the blog, this thing that happened today, in which I'll write something that happens in a day, everyday. Poetry is everywhere in the little things.