What did you think about today?
Did you think about all the things you had to get done? The endless To-Do list?
Did you miss a loved one? Or, perhaps, love a missed one?
Did you obsess about a dark secret you've been harboring deep in your heart?
Were your thoughts full of anger, injustice and annoyance?
Or maybe love, gratitude and peace?
Did you have to fight hard to stay sober today?
Did you think about that 5 o'clock drink starting at noon?
Did you plan a trip to a fabulous beach resort? Or did you spend some time wishing you could afford to?
Did you speak sharply to your children in "just-a-minutes" and "not-nows"?
Was your inner dialogue - the one you speak just to yourself - forgiving and loving? Or was it full of harsh words of ineptitude, shame and not-measuring-up?
Did you take a moment to sit and put your feet up? Just sit, motionless, for five minutes?
Did you hug your husband or significant other as you parted ways this morning? Or did you forget?
Want to know what I thought about today?
I spent most of the day obsessively making jewelry and watching episode after episode of "Touch" on Hulu Plus, so that my brain didn't have the opportunity to think. It passed through my mind that I forgot to kiss Steve as he went out the door, and I fleetingly thought, with a furrowed brow, of Greta's increasing headaches and sinus troubles, but mostly I tried not to think.
Until the phone rang at 3pm and I saw it was the doctor's office. Then my brain exploded into thought - answer it, don't answer it, take one more second of not knowing, have a little faith, Ellie, PICK UP THE PHONE.
It was my surgeon on the other end, and he dispensed with any and all pleasantries and simply said, "Your biopsy was clear. Congrats. Now go get that feeding tube out."
I hung up the phone and got down on my knees and thanked God for yet another reprieve.
And then I thought about my non-day. How tired I am of fear, of numbing out, of hiding. About how I vowed to Live Out Loud after I got sober, after so many years of living in the dark with a terrible secret.
I don't want to spend my days hiding anymore. Even from fear.
So I'm going to think about where my mind goes - where my thoughts take me. I'm going to make a conscious effort to follow them along, without judgement, and learn from them.
And then I'm going to hug my family tight tight tight.