I am one week sober. It has not been too much of a struggle, but today I have a craving for a margarita on a hot summer day. I checked in the fridge, and yep, there was margarita drink in there. I quickly closed the fridge. I went to my glass of water with lemon in it. Now I know that one of my weak points is when I am chopping up food for dinner. I used to have a drink to go with the chopping.

I have two chapters left to read of “A Woman’s Way Through the Twelve Steps,” by Stephanie Covington. I have begun searching for articles about agnostics going through the twelve steps, just to see what is out there. My sister told me to google “Creation spirituality” so I have been looking into that. I can skim the surface of everything, but not dive in too deeply, my brain just won’t allow it right now. I don’t know if that is residue from the hypomania, or just ramping up to get ready for work.

I have followed Danielle Ate the Sandwich for a couple of years now, and this is one of my favorite songs of hers. She wrote it for a documentary entitled PACKED IN A TRUNK which uncovers the story of artist Edith Lake Wilkinson, committed to an asylum in 1924 and never heard from again.  The film follows the journey of Edith’s great-niece as she pieces together the mystery of Edith’s life. I like the lyrics “I am one of those who became someone brave in the face of the storm,” as I aspire to hold that kind of energy within my spirit.