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Good morning sunshines again!

Ok, since I was silent for that long, I think I owe you one more track for warm, positive Monday morning!

Here is a very very famous song that was pretty much played on every prom night of every generation since 1994:

Title: Moji drugovi (My friends)
Author: Bajaga i Instruktori (Bayaga and Instructors)

Lyrics:

My friends are pearls spread all over the world
and I'm a bird, and sometimes I meet them while flying.
Is it the destiny, or who knows what is it?
Whenever we meet, we always drink together,
and it always ends with one of our songs.

My friends are tough men with big heart,
when we drink, love, or fight.
From up north of Alaska, down to Australia,
whenever we meet, we always drink together,
and it always ends with one of our songs.

Ref:
May we be alive and healthy for another 100 years,
to have songs and wine, and that God saves us,
that we have the best woman next to ...

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Hello new followers, I hope I don’t disappoint you. I want this place to feel like home, where we can escape the Thunderdome and process the world. Where we can post dog pics and recipes and book recommendations. Where we support each other as we get sober, lose weight, embark on new business opportunities, creative endeavors, relationships and travels. I want this to be your oasis of sanity and laughter in an increasingly mad world. A creative outlet where you can share your spirit with us.

We might not have any control over the news cycle—but we can control our habits and attitude. It all starts with us. And hopefully a little piece of that will start here.

One foot in front of the other.

Starting to feel better and better. Made some butternut squash carrot ginger soup from scratch. It’s delicious. Also an Italian sausage, pepper, onion and mushroom frittata. Listened to Sam Harris interview Leo Babauta about the wisdom of uncertainty. Feel grateful and humbled and the black dog has moved on.

Sober October - Day 19 - The Black Dog

Yesterday I celebrated seven years of sobriety. It was a perfect day. I took two naps. Worked on Dumpster Fire with Maggie and Sam. Ate sushi and watched the Dodgers game 7 while live-chatting with the phetasy.com community. Friends reached out to congratulate me and catch up. I marveled at how calm and stable my life is currently. After decades of chaos, the fact that my life looks supremely boring and normal is undoubtedly the biggest miracle of sobriety. And there have been many.

But the day after an anniversary is always weird. It’s appropriate that it falls on a Monday this year because it feels like a Monday no matter what day it falls on. Yesterday I woke up filled with gratitude, humbled by how much I have in my life and feeling a sense of connection to the people in my life, God and the community we are building here. Joy. Optimism. Hope.

Today, the black dog scratches at the door. Depression sniffs around, looking for a place to get comfy. Nothing happened that I ...

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