Check-In

Check-In with Myself

Son Numero Uno is progressing in rehab. Yesterday, he announced his intention to transition into sober living post his residential time. I think going to a sober living home is a great idea. I’m not as fond of the fact that he intends to stay in Tampa because of his proximity to his estranged wife and his tendency to take the next step too fast. The contentious relationship with his wife has been a huge trigger for his drinking, and I wish he could find a facility that gives him what he’s looking for as far as a location that also would put distance between them.

I’ve been struggling with doing more than reading all day. I think about clipping a dog or sorting a mess I’ve created by beginning to declutter a space. I seem to be able to pull things out, sorting goes well, then the reorganize is the stalling point.