Day 5 of blogging:  After leaving the home feeling a bit defeated, I pick up a few pitch-in items for a potluck and espresso beverage and green tea combo.  Arriving to the potluck, my insides were turned upside down after a falling out with the hubby.   We are both in recovery, but 20 years apart in age and dry time, with different philosophies for varying service work and fellowship time.  In the previous weeks, our relationship has felt like a roller coaster…the ones where you flip all around in and out of the dark.   Living life on life’s terms sucks sometimes.  So, I call my sponsor while gulping down a Cafe Americano.  She, bless her soul, could hear the frustrations in my voice and said the magic words:  “why don’t you pick this old gal up for the potluck.  We could hang out for a few hours.”   She’s struggling with some personal things, plus wanted to stay in the home with her dog; however, my sponsor selflessly offered herself as a tool for my sobriety today-and we had a blast socializing with men and women at the event.

As the caffeine began to make it’s way through my system, a wealth of ideas began to flow. We created a survey to generate ideas for the new building, so this party appeared to be the perfect opportunity to pass the link around. Hashtag for gatherings? Webpage? Volunteers…ideas galore. Today, sleep deprived following our night without power, these ideas seem so far away.

Within the hour after returning home, we lose our power. The hubby was not happy with me pre-power outage, so the emotional rollercoaster entailed has me exhausted. Trees down out front and the back. The picture is from my neighbors tree which was ripped from the ground. Power lines ripped from my house. Live wires resting over the garage. Grateful I’m sober. Grateful to know it could be worse than this, that it’s actually a blessing knowing life isn’t too bad.

Thank you.