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Back 3 years ago, I would have said a 30 pack of Bud, 2 packs of Marlboro Lights and T.V. The kids would have been at different play dates and dropped off just in time for bed, not much of a day, but back then in my mindset; glorious. These days, a perfect Sunday can mean a whole bunch of different things. If baking is on the agenda, then spending the whole day wrapped in different smells and textures and the challenges of the pastry world is wonderful. Or spending an afternoon at the movies, getting lost in the story and then going out to Arby’s for a roast beef sandwich, curly fries and an abnormally large chocolate shake, another great day! If I’m in the southwest of France, the setting would be a day at the Atlantic on the beach, smelling the surrounding forests of pine, sand and salty air from the water. That unique combination of aromas is like an elixir to my soul. It doesn’t get much better than that.
I guess that I am maybe not so subtly illustrating how much more perfect my Sunday’s have become since I have become sober and have stayed sober. I take these Sunday’s as gifts and I take them one at a time.