Yesterday was rainy, first day back to work after the 3 day weekend, I was tired….blah blah blah. I was a little grumpy. I told myself, “Today is going to be a ‘5’ and I was going to be the best god damn ‘5’ I can be.” I didn’t push myself too hard, I didn’t worry about getting everything done, and I mostly stayed to myself and didn’t talk to many people. I went to a meeting, and went to the diner for fellowship/anniversary dinner after. I listened to my body and respected it’s needs for the day.
Now today, I think I was definitely a 11/10. I killed it today. I got everything done on my to-do list at work, everything went smoothly. I pushed to exercise, cook dinner, made it to a new meeting, and met new friends. I felt like I was on top of the world today!
On both days I showed up to work, made a meeting, ate some food, and talked with other alcoholics. All in all, both days were successful in my books. I used to not consider Day #1 a good day back in the day, but I’ve learned to give myself some slack. I also believe yesterday’s 5, allowed for the 11 today. Perhaps I needed a little more rest, a little more quiet time, or just a little less. It is impossible to hold myself to have 11’s every single day. Everything always balances out in the end. And as Z always says, “If you don’t drink, it’s a good day.”