One hundred days in and while this isn’t exactly where I thought any of us would be in the spring of 2020… I remain grateful and optimistic. I cracked my gratitude journal this morning while I ate breakfast. Today’s entry went like this:
I am grateful…
To have a safe space to call home
To my family and community for the support, care and inspiration they bring.
For my garden. For what it is and what it is becoming.
To have found sobriety before this all hit. This situation would be extra challenging if I were still numbing my feelings and managing hangxiety.
My past self who hoarded away a bunch of art supplies, tea and bath bombs. They are keeping me grounded and entertained.
For all the odd jobs I’ve worked over the years.. for making me feel like I am capable of anything.
Bananas… I just fucking love bananas.
Day 100: Grilled Ba-cchini sandwich with skyr and bloobs. It’s not the Mona Lisa but it was really fucking tasty. I had a hard time sleeping last night so I set out to make some banana bread. Thing was, I didn’t have enough bananas.. so then I redirected and thought I’d make some zucchini bread.. but there wasn’t enough zucchini for that either. Splitting the difference was a win. 10/10 would make a gain.