The Gramzie Chronicles

Waking to rain this morning was like being handed a fabulous gift.  I say this with heartfelt apologies to the farmers who are working feverishly to bring in their crops. I've made reference to all the "adulting" we've been undertaking this year, and while we are so close to putting a pin in all of it, there are still things in the works on which we are waiting, a very short still-to-do list, then pulling it all together.  The precipitation of the day makes me feel as though I've been given a day off to nest, bake, and adjust...in my pajamas, of course. I'm over being butt-hurt over being pushed aside for showing concern to a friend, making me realize that perhaps that friendship was more one-sided than I realized.  I can deal with that.  It was a good reminder to reach out more often to those who appreciate my check-ins.  I'll also add that to my day. Another change I'm instituting is restricting my social media time.  We voted early yesterday, and I...

  I need to preface this post with explaining a few points.  In the first place, it's very hard for me to put myself out there.  Secondly, I've been transparent about being sober.  I hated what I was and how I felt when drinking was a  part of every day. When I quit, it was not any one thing that prompted it.  I simply made up my mind and did it.  Honestly, there was no period of withdrawal, no cravings.  As a firstborn, I'm also a chronic "fixer". In the past few months, it came to my attention via a very public post on FB that a very old friend had found themselves in a bad place following a poor judgement call. Could I be any more obtuse?  Sorry.  The friend isn't very old, but our relationship is, to be clear.  Identity isn't important to the story. I preach a lot about reaching out when things don't feel right, and I don't claim to be clairvoyant, but I couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps I should.   I knew what h...