I don’t have a lot of time for a wordy blog today. Just want to write a few lines of gratitude. I find myself so busy this Easter that I barely have time to sit in front of my computer. My sober Easter included a beautiful morning at Church, errands, shopping and a fabulous seafood lunch with mom. I was busy doing life all day because that is the gift of sobriety. There were a few shameful Easters back in my drinking days in which I woke up to the panic of knowing that I was supposed to have done something (er…hide Easter eggs for your child, genius) and could not remember. I remember my head swimming in between dragon fumes of alcohol, that even I could smell on me. I remember the panic gri
And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.