8.14.25
I woke up before the alarm today, bright-eyed and just…awake. No dragging myself out of bed. Just up. Turned on the coffee pot, went straight into my morning routine. The readings were good, Twenty-Four Hours a Day made me smile.
I’m not bothered anymore by the fact that I’m different—physically, mentally—from a lot of people out there. Because I know I’m not alone in that. There’s a whole bunch of us alcoholics and addicts who are different. I’m okay being different.
After work I flopped down on the couch to rest before the meeting. Next thing I know, it’s 8:08. No way I’m making an 8:00 meeting. Oh well. And then—happy surprise—my daughter walked through the door. She handed me this gorgeous little tree of life, made from wood, copper, and gemstones. A gift for my nine months sober.
We sat and talked for a while. She vented, got things off her chest, and I just listened. I’m so damn grateful she trusts me again. That she wants to tell me things. If I wasn’t sober, moments like this wouldn’t even exist. This is what living amends looks like—quiet, simple, and real.
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