This trip to Paris. This Blog. This therapy. This sobriety. This luck.
I am lucky that at a week before 39 I get to grow, reflect and live my life authentically. I am feeling blessed today, with opportunities that my mom never got and my dad will never take. I have chosen to take on the past and sort it out so that I can live in the present. I've given up the dysfunctional drinking to receive a world much bigger than I thought possible because I had no idea how small my world was becoming.
How lucky I am.