Coffee in the shed. I have everything I need in here.
Tomorrow night I am hosting this thing – open mic for people in recovery. I’m using it as an audition. Maybe stand-up is in my future. Today, I will spend time writing funny quips to deliver to the audience. Please, my dear readers, pray for me.
Speaking of praying, I recently had someone ask me if it was okay if he prayed for me. I thought, he must think I’m a mess. I used to be offended by anyone “praying for me” because I assumed it meant that they were praying for my soul not to go to hell when I die. I’m Jewish, so anyone Christian who is praying for me, may be praying that I find Jesus, or else.
I’ve learned that that’s not the case. I send people my “thoughts,” like it’s good juju. You know, positive vibes out into the universe and all that. They believe in God, so they pray. It’s not all that different. I told him he could pray for my sobriety if he really wanted to. I mean, if he really wants to, have at it.
I thought the same about prayer! Now I think it’s sweet.
Wish I could be there tomorrow. So glad you’re doing this!