Grateful for the little dog, grateful for my truck, grateful for money in the bank, food on the table, a safe house, a holiday to look forward to, my birthday and most of all I am grateful for a higher power that, when I bother to listen, never lets me down.
Dinner with Justin at a deserted Soho House. He paid.
An old friend called and I was startled and flattered. Spoke briefly with traveling companion who was feeling yesterday like I was the day before. Had a long walk with Eric. Most of all I was just enjoying being here, here being..in my own body, looking out of my own eyes..no interruption on the horizon.
Note from Stephen Fry about Sebastian. Had a quick coffee with some lad who wanted advice about the film industry but I cannot help him. I saw Kate Rigg at the 101 Diner.
When the panic comes I refuse to fight it. I let it wash over me and then I look out of the window and check that I can still see the view, that it isn’t being mired with any unwanted thought.
I am going to overcome this fucking malaise by doing what we do..by taking action and not giving in. Remind yourself: I didn’t get sober to be unhappy, feel less than or fear that life isn’t worth living.
Off to Ikea with Jenny.