“The best way to capture moments is to pay attention. This is how we cultivate mindfulness. Mindfulness means being awake.”
— Jon Kabat-Zinn
This project keeps bringing me back to its purpose: living a sober life with intention — and finding happiness in that choice. This week is steady: no lapses, no desire to be altered. I hiked and photographed, read, worked jigsaw puzzles, planned my days, and exercised. I also minimized social and news media intake. I finally arranged health-care coverage after going without it for a couple of years and completed an at-home sleep apnea test. I’m staying the course; the direction is good.
My biggest win is mindfulness — paying attention to the moment, especially in situations that once would have sent my anxiety climbing. One morning brings a whole string of irritations. My plan is simple: drop donations at Goodwill, grab groceries, then head to therapy. Here’s how it actually unfolded:
• I loaded my car with donations and drove to the nearest Goodwill, thirty minutes after they were supposed to open. Cones blocked the entrance and the center was closed. I felt a jolt of frustration — Really? Today? — but after a breath, I let it go.
• At self-checkout, as I paused to pull out my shopper’s card, the attendant swooped in to question my delay in scanning. Her tone hit me wrong — condescending, almost scolding. My irritation flared, but I reminded myself she was just doing her job. I chose to let it go.
• In the parking-garage stairwell, a young man rounded a blind corner with his head buried in his phone and nearly collided with me, knocking me off balance. My heart jumped; anger followed fast. I let myself feel it for a moment, then exhaled and let it go.
• At my counselor’s office, every visitor-spot was full. Another thing going wrong. Instead of brooding, I drove to a nearby park, paid the fee, and walked back through the trees, letting it go. It calmed me. I arrived early and shared these pause points in session.
There were other successes this week — moments where I noticed my reaction rising and chose the healthier response. These small choices prevented anxiety from piling into something dangerous for my sobriety. Respond, don’t react. I’m learning to appreciate mindfulness.
