To Thine Own Self Be True

6.4.25

208 days sober. Today didn’t go how I hoped in terms of my new patience goal—I missed the mark. But I’m not spiraling over it, and that in itself is progress. I’m still sober. I’ll try again tomorrow.

After work, I got my hair done. And yes, it’s still silver—unapologetically so. I love it. It makes me feel like me, and that’s all that matters.

When I got home, I noticed a voicemail from my mama asking me to FaceTime her. I called her back, and she told me she has a present for me—something to remember To Thine Own Self Be True. She told me about the ring: one made from a ring I gave her, my step-dad’s ring, and one of her own. She had it made when they finally got married on 10.10.10.

I don’t even have the ring yet, but I already feel overwhelmed in the best way—love, pride, gratitude, and deep connection. I can’t wait to wear it every day. It’ll be more than jewelry—it’ll be a symbol of my sobriety, my journey, and the love that’s carried me this far.