The eve of my 30 year Recovery anniversary…
A super-relaxing day. Read half of another good book. Getting a little antsy for home, but not to the point that it’s taking me out of the moments. Committed to making the journey back enjoying what there is to enjoy around traveling. Surrendering and releasing imaginings of what the first and subsequent days at home will look like.
Understanding that I may never pass this way again.
Talking so much less these past 2 weeks and feeling really good about the silence. Haven’t felt like I am ‘disappearing.’ The blessing of faith in knowing that my God has everything well in hand. Glad for these reflections and they power they hold.
Thank you Narcotics Anonymous … an imperfect fellowship within a Perfect Program.
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