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What A Difference A Day Makes

Monday morning I decided to make a change in my life.  Monday was not a good day.  Tuesday however was a good day.  It didn't start that well.  I had a phone conversation which started out nice, but then pointed out a of my faults.  It was refreshing.  Honesty always is.  I couldn't fall asleep, but it wasn't the new found information, but my normal insomnia.  I finally dozed off at about 8:15am.  Not good, being that I planned on leaving the house at 9:00 and getting a few things done.  I awoke at 9:50 to my excruciatingly loud buzzer.  Much to my surprise, it was two detectives.  They weren't after me, so that was good.  I tried to go back to sleep, couldn't.  My day would start.

I got dressed and started a pot of coffee. While it was making,I made breakfast.  A BLT with some white cheddar.  I then proceeded to make a list of goals for the week.  I was told this is a good thing to do when you're in my situation.  I grouped my list in two ways.  I listed every day of the week and then had headers that wrote.  Very Important, Important and For Me.  At the bottom, I listed three weekly goals.  They read: Don't drink, don't harass the ones you care about and finally, breathe.  I looked over the list and felt it was a good start.  Everything on it was manageable and I wasn't biting off more than I could chew.  On top of it, there was something every day for me.  These aren't all easy, but they are for my piece of mind.

I finished up my breakfast and my first cup of coffee and I headed up to the post office.  I mailed out something that was too go out weeks ago.  A month ago.  Maybe even more.  I finally got around to it.  I came home and crossed off the most important thing from my list.  I felt good.  I got another cup of coffee and turned the TV on. Nothing interested me, so I checked my e-mails, Facebook and Twitter.  I checked my list and decided to take care of the second thing on it.  This was something that has been stressing me for months and I went into it with an open mind.  Second, item, the one listed "important" - done.

Then I wrote my blog.  I posted it for everyone to see.  I don't want to have secrets and I feel badly about those I've hurt over the last few weeks and months.  So in my own way, it's an open apology.  I started feeling tired and then my phone started going off.  Supportive texts and messages poured in.  Surprisingly a few people politely said "about time."  It made me realize that even when I was in control, I wasn't.  From the outside looking in, others saw my pain.  I've always joked that the song Tears of a Clown by Smokey Robinson was my theme song.  Yesterday, I knew this was more true than ever.  I wasn't sad though.  I was happier than I've been in ages.  I sent a text to a friend.  They were busy.  No problem.  My life isn't theirs.  Then I got another text.  A friend asking if I needed anything.  A friend I let down recently.  They told me not to worry.  To take care of myself.  I crossed another goal off my list.  My apology.

The rest of the day continued with texts, games of Words with Friends and before I knew it the sun was down.  I turned on the Red Sox game and watched until a new TV show called New Girl came on.  It was funny and sad.  I liked it.  I finished watching the game and crossed my "for me" goal off my list.  During so, I started feverishly cleaning my apartment.  Earlier, I had cleaned my toilet, bathtub and sink.  I got about halfway done when I got a little tired.  I crossed another goal off my list, although this one has a continuation.  I started texting a friend and playing more games on my phone.  I tried to be truthful without harassing. I laid in bed thinking about today.  The phone rang.  "Goodnight."  It was a pretty good day.

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