Somedays, especially days after having a therapy session that includes uncomfortable things, I feel like a turd. Today had the potential to be that, but it wasn't. I shared at a very small meeting and felt quite good about it. There's an older woman I see at meetings who says "fuck" a lot. I like to see her at meetings.

I saw some pictures from the start of Ramadan, like this one from the Boston Globe:

I felt like finding out more about Ramadan, so I looked it up and found this great statement from Colorado State website: " There are as many meanings of Ramadan as there are Muslims." Generalizations don't work here, as they don't really in life, generally. This syncs with the Al-Anon idea that everyone has their own higher power. The phrase that's running through my mind now is "I know home when I see it." That's what being with my higher power in the place where I live feels like. I can resist it, but I know home when I see it. I need a time set aside to focus on spirituality. Ramadan is a very fitting reminder of that.