It’s crazy this sober life. I lived in VA for over 30 years. And here I am back in NC where I was a little blonde girl who had the whole world of New Years ahead of her. I don’t want to let all the sad stuff that took place in my life allow me to miss that I survived all that too. And I’m proud of me. For handling all this with no alcohol. No man. No family. And barely any time with what makes me the most happy. My kid. A lot of people might give up on thinking that being sober is worth it if you look at my life. It’s so boring with no rewards when you see me. I lost it all in sobriety choosing to keep it. So it’s hard to see the gift I wake up with every day unless you do it too. I’m so grateful for my recovery. I know that there’s nothing for me and Adam with out it.
I talked to my little cutie pie today. My awesome son. He will always be my tiny peanutbutter cup in my heart. He called me. Just like that. So you never know when that miracle comes full circle after a lot of patience and sad sad nights. I don’t feel closer to my dreams but that’s because I see them often by how you all want to see them. So what I spent a year talking about my love for Harry. I am really happy I did. I’ve gotten futher away from all I thought I wanted in 2014 and 2015 and 2016... 2017... and now for sure in 2018 final hours. I don’t want anyone in my life that has zero clue how amazing I am. I just don’t. But I’m so glad I’m giving this my all.
I love being boring and sober every year.
One amazing gal every year. Me. ❤️
I don’t think I will finish my hurricane peanut butter this year. ;)