... but, for a change, there is no heat in my apartment and I am cold. Even have all the windows closed which is most unusual.
I worked today. (Not for money, of course.) I made good progress. (Am also currently making some turkey soup with the last of the leftovers, thanks Missy and Tim).
But I haven't read much or thought much, much less done any yoga (although I did correspond with my yoga teacher).
I'm going to expand my scope, here, in this blog, a bit.
I struggle quite a bit with depression. I could wander off into alcoholism, and have too many times had too much. I was upset last evening and had access to my drug of choice, red wine. There was only one glass left in the bottle this morning.
As I made my coffee, I gazed at the remaining wine and thought about how good it would taste this evening. Then, my good self piped up and reminded me that I didn't really want to drink. I and I stood there contemplating the drinking and the non-drinking.
And then I grabbed the bottle and poured the remainder into a skillet of onions that were caramelizing.
I didn't give in. I didn't even wait until later to make a decision and to have the chance to re-negotiate with myself. Instead, I took care of myself. Of what I really want, which is to not drink very much and certainly not every day.
That felt like a small victory. I have fallen off my "wagons" (or not gotten on them), but I can see a change in my attitude and behavior. The taking-care-of-me self is gaining power. And just because I struggle and stumble, and even if I do fall, I can just start again.
Now, for a dark chocolate-covered salted caramel.