Today was a good day

I don’t know why I titled this “Today was a good day.” Now I have Ice Cube’s song stuck in my head. Anyway, I took the initiative to go to church on my own. It’s a good thing. I heard what I needed to hear. I came home and seasoned some chicken thighs, and just hung out until it was time to go to the meeting at 8PM. I’m so thankful for uneventful days, because in addiction my days were a mess. Full of confusion. Wasting gas going nowhere at all, and it’s strange how that lunacy still brings a little excitement to me. I’m just being transparent. Something about the thrill of being stupid and chaotic stills draws up a piece of excitement. It goes away quickly though. I guess it’s all to let me know that addiction can sneak in at any point so I have to stay on guard. I put up “Dead Church” a few minutes ago. The title and artwork is meant to throw people off. The message is pretty straightforward. It looks kind of grim, but hey…that’s what being creative is about sometimes. I don’t know why I’m lagging on completing step six. I have 76 character defects and I have to do a lot of writing and I’m just being lazy. It’s going to take me a while. Maybe I should commit to doing three defects a day. I know om impatient and will try doing 30 a day and end up half a**ing it. So, I’ll take my time. No rush. It’s not like I have a due date. Well, this is a short one. I didn’t feel like writing this entry, but I made the commitment to document this recovery errr’day. So…thats all I got. Thanks for letting me share.