The last day of 2019. It’s been one heck of a year.
I started out the year gaining on 270 lbs and still on opioids, and am finishing the year having lost 60 of those lbs and by not smoking pot these last couple of days (hey, it’s a start).
I have a retail job, a type of job that I thought I would never have to be in again. I’m battling a cold, trying to keep myself from getting bronchitis. The weather sucks, Winters in general suck, and I miss being outside. I miss my Florida weather, my palm and oak trees, my ficus tree we had outside our apartment. I miss our brand new couch, which has been damaged beyond repair and is now a doggy bed.
On the bright side, I still have my mother, my brother and sisters are close by, and my Baby Kyle is near-ish (3 hours is better than 24+). My husband has been opioid-free for well over a year – just working on the drinking part, now. I have my Bella and my pain-in-the-behind Milo (12- and 8-year-old puppies). I can walk. While I am not pain-free, I am able to drive and work and be a somewhat productive part of the population.
We can pay our bills and keep food on the table at the same time.
I am able to continue painting. That is a biggie, there. I may not have the creativity I once had, but I do still enjoy putting paint to canvas.
If I look close enough, I can make out all the positives in our lives together. I don’t have to squint too hard.
While I abhor resolutions, I do declare that I am going to try to start looking on the positive sides of things. There is always a rainbow.
Until next time…
Lisa
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