The Privilege of a Sink Full of Dishes
Today I’m grateful for having the willingness to follow my intuition and do my dishes without simultaneously consuming some form of content. And I’m grateful for what I received from that experience. I’m grateful that having a sink full of dishes is a privilege. It means that I get to eat often, eat lots of different foods — fresh produce, bagels, sugary cereal, pizza and even vegan frozen lunches (talk about luxury) — AND eat as much as I want. I’m lucky enough to have THREE different ways to cook — a microwave, an oven and even a fucking toaster oven. It means I have the money to afford all this food, not to mention dishware that I actually enjoy looking at. It means I have a home with space to store all these dishes. It means I have the luxury of running water and soap to help keep me healthy. The gloves I now wear are because I have long nails that I don’t want to break. I only have them because after 30 years of anxious nail-biting, I’m calm enough to no longer have this habit. And I’m lucky enough to have this serenity only because I accepted the fact that I’m a goddamn alcoholic and asked for help.
