Six years ago this morning, my car got towed from the parking lot of an Osco pharmacy in Chicago's Hyde Park neighborhood at something like 4 in the morning. I was unemployed, desperate for money, and my friend had just paid me $150 to take care of their pets for two weeks while they were gone to South America. I had taken them to the airport, and on the way home, stopped at Dunkin Donuts in Hyde Park for an extra-large coffee and two donuts.
The tow fee was $125, plus bus fare. It was not one of my better days. As my blog post that morning also shared, it was the single most expensive snack-food I have ever eaten - figuring that the coffee figured to about $45, and the donuts were about $43 apiece, all told.
Today was much, much better by comparison.
My friends in recovery will tell me that if I want to see how important my problems are, I should try to remember what I was really worried about a week ago. Part of the joy of a blog, a journal or a diary is that I really can see what the big deals were, once upon a time. And they just aren't so very big deals, any more.
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6 comments:
:) So glad you're not in that place anymore, Steve.
me too
Yup, that would be a night I'd want to forget. But you know, most of the donuts I buy are at 4 a.m. in the morning. Usually, I'm out there helping someone like you did, and a donut always seems like a treat on those occasions. This comment makes light of something that happened six years ago -- it's much easier to do than when it happened.
I am always doing that..looking back at the day ahead this time a couple of years ago to pick out improvements!
I really love your style, it's really poignant, yet with light humour in there too.. A joy to read!
p.s You write so effortlessly and professionally ,i was wondering if you could spare the time to have a quick peek at my blog that i've just set up and comment on what you think. If you love it/detest it, please just say- I value your opinion! Thanks alot :) !
Awesome post and sooooooo true! Blessings, Joanne
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