Holy Cow!

Gratitude is not something that I enjoy doing, particularly.  It is an alien concept.  It makes me uncomfortable.


The corollary is that I spend too much time in my head.  i convince myself that my thinking is real and if that isn't enough bullshit to choke Godzilla, I convince myself that my feelings are real.  Holy cow.  This is why I talk to other alcoholics.  Not so much because they give me clear answers to my problems but rather that it frees me up when they say: "Yeah!  I think that way, too."


It's a relief.,