Is my birthday. And my son bought me breakfast this morning. Last night I went to see Tamla Motown the musical which was good, not great but good. Being in the secon d row meant I could see that half of it was lip-synched which takes away a bit from live theatre. But none of that mattered really. Pete is always late for stuff and was three quarters of an hour late. But armed with a card and presents, chocs and bath stuff. We celebrated in true style afterwards when he bought me a Mac Donald’s. But is was all good.
Last year on my birthday I was destitute and it was ten days before I went to my gp to say I was suicidal on December 7th. I remember it so clearly because I was stopped by a Jehovah’s Witness on the way. My son made my last birthday good though by paying for a cut and colour and dinner in the local posh restaurant.
This year I paid for the tickets to Tamla Motown, I am working, my gut Health has improved but not better yet. No inroads into debt yet but I tackled one small debt yesterday and found as I had thought that it wasn’t a debt. They had made a mistake. So that is 0.0000001of what I owe. It is slow but steady progress one day at a time. I am going to enjoy my day. My mums card still hasn’t arrived and I know she is fretting about that as it had money in it but something is awry with the post in my house. I think there are light fingers. I have gratitude for being in a much better place than last year. It is called recovery and I am grateful for it.
