Day 320: Sober and Grateful to Boot

Butler standing in front of Jeep Wrangler

I've been completely sober for 320 days.

5:10 am.

Alarm. Snooze. Alarm. Definitely did not want to get out of bed.

Yoga. Definitely need to get to practice. Go to morning practice Butler. You won't have time this afternoon.

Coffee. Something about making an actual pot of coffee is satisfying. Should I read the Sutras or Marcus Aurelius this morning.

Phone. Let me see if I need to respond to anything before I go to practice. One of my favorite parts of my yoga practice is it is an hour and a half away from devices and screens

A boot! I run outside. There is a fucking boot on my Jeep. A boot on my Jeep. A boot on my Jeep in the same reserved parking space I've parked in since I moved in a year and a half ago.

I call. Of course it is a 3rd party messaging service at 5:45 am. Of course the "technician" doesn't have the authority to pull the charge. Of course a manager can call me back "within 24 hours." Of course I need to "wait by my vehicle" because the "technician" isn't required to call me.

I was pissed and began immediately thinking of all the ways this event had already ruined my day. But as I stood in the cold in my pajamas and sweatshirt, I started to smile. All I could think about is how grateful I am for my life. I am blessed beyond measure. I love my life. I love my job. I love my friends. I love my communities. I love myself. I am loved. This was a slight inconvenience at the most.

When the "technician" arrived I wasn't angry. I smiled and asked him to take a picture. He looked surprised. I told him today I had been sober for 320 days, and I grateful for my life. I knew this wasn't his fault. We spent the he next 15 minutes sharing stories and talking about some struggles in his family.

Compared to all the blessings in my life and all the suffering in the world, the inconvenience of of paying a fine for a boot on my expensive Jeep in my reserved parking space outside my expensive apartment that caused me not to go to my fancy yoga class is insignificant.

Maybe the universe was simply charging me for perspective today.

I love y'all.