Sunday morning

Waking to Sunday morning and my wild brain. Coyotes before bed, crickets throughout the night. I want to sleep with the windows open, but Hesten doesn't like that idea, the dampness makes  for mold. 

I am sipping Costa Rican coffee brought back from Oregon by a friend. It is smooth and delicious, a lovely contrast to the darker roasts I usually gravitate towards. It is light bodied and goes well with mornings. 

My brain is mulling over life. Trying to remember that I am a passenger in this meat covered skull wagon made of stardust. Self will run riot...that has been me to a tee for the last little while. Time to give up the ghost and see that doing what works makes for a better Tim.

Reading through the BB, steps three, and ten. Yup, I got that.... Self-centeredness, Fear, Resentment, Dishonesty...I know what to do...

I am thankful to be given the opportunity to do this thing. I have no desire to return to where I was 7 years ago. That is no the life for me. And so I trudge onward...into the day.