wednesday is spelled funny

Today started out kind of weird. I was rushing out to my car to get to work on time, and found that the neighborhood kids pelted every car on the street with eggs. I gave them Halloween candy last night, dammit. Yeah. Thanks. Stupid little brainless bastard punkass smacktards ...

I got so pissed. (That's proof that I'm turning into an old geezer!) But as I drove to work in stop-and-go traffic, I read out of Twenty Four Hours a Day:

"Hope is justified by many right nows, by the rightness of the present. Nothing can happen to me that God does not will for me. I can hope for the best, as long as I have what I have and it is good."

Nothing really felt "right" about having my car vandalized. But I guess the "rightness of the present" is supposed to encompass the entire present -- not just the individual things that bother me.

Yeah, my car got pelted. But at least I HAVE a car. And the rest of my life is getting better every day. I'm sober. I have an amazing family. I have a good job. I'm finally reaching out to people in AA. I have a relationship with a Power greater than myself, and He is holding my hand through this difficult transitional phase called "life".

And here I am complaining about what again? It's always the little things that knock me off balance ...

Today, I'm grateful for ...

• being 210 damn days sober
• making it to my homegroup meeting tonight
• AA buddies online and off
• my cool family
• my cute & affectionate dog: "God, please help me to be the person my dog thinks I am."
• my patient supervisor at work
• being allowed to listen to our own music at work (w/headphones)
• feeling sleepy enough to sleep ... I hope
• God, because He has a purpose for my life, even when I don't see it