Don’t expect much here.
Why’s it I have so much to say in my head and the minute I sit down here, it’s all gone? It’s been about 6 weeks and I’ve got 5 or 6 post titles saved with a few lines in each but haven’t been able to complete even a one.
I think it’s March Madness. My own. Nothing to do with basketball.
It’s always the worst month for me mentally and emotionally. Weather weary. Wardrobe weary. Tired of the black and grey. Brighter colors attract attention and I’d rather not be noticed.
I’m yearning to stay in but anxious to move out. At odds with myself.
I always feel like I’m hatching in the spring. Most times I don’t really want to. Just leave me be. To ramble away…..
Nine months of sobriety feels like a lifetime- in a very good way. I’m still in awe of the fact that sobriety has become who I am.
I am sober.
I don’t drink.
I don’t even think about it.
It’s no longer even a part of my thought process. Strange… it’s almost like alcohol was never a part of my life. Even on the bad days. And seriously, there’s been more than a few of them.
Makes me a little suspicious actually.
What hasn’t felt so good is the growth. I guess it never does. At least while it’s happening. The rewards of perseverance come later. Sometimes much later.
But I trust they will because I trust in the One who began His work in me. He will not leave me unfinished.
“And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ.” Philippians 1:6
By His grace and mercy @ 9 months, 3/20/18