Day 41- What’s new Pussy-Cat?

I have reached the ripe old age of Day 41 and am slowly falling into step with the heart beat of my new life.

I have traction.

I have attended social functions, suffered life-knocks, been upset and irritated at home and re-settled into everyday activities such as cooking, gym and work.

I hope my brain chemistry might even have begun to revert to factory settings.

Alcohol managed to reach into, and affect, most of the corners of my world, and with it gone, I feel curiously re-born.

It is a new life.

I like it. 

Very much. 

Very, very, massively, I can’t quite believe it, hugely, very much!

My thoughts turn increasingly toward plans that might support and secure this risen phoenix.

My instinct tells me a new life should look new; and I worry whether I have made enough changes?

These are my upgrades so far:

1. I begin each day with reading sober stuff
2. I sit at an alternative table and chair
3. I go for walks in Kew Gardens
4. I read a lot. Poetry, blogs, books.
5. I research. I study. I learn.
6. I journal.
7. I write a blog.
8. I post on Instagram.
9. I have treats. Chocolate and ice cream.
10. I keep a very self-aware and vigilant mental stance.
11. 11. If I stumble upon a trigger, I change my breathing and focus upon it until the moment passes.
12. I have slowed down my comings and goings.
13. I meditate.

This feels good. I am going to build on it.

I am grateful.

Day 41! LOL.