I will fly my flag today.
I will go to work today.
I have prayed for all those who lost their lives seven years ago today.
I will go to an AA meeting this morning.
And thank God that the dream that interrupted my sleep wasn't true. I dreamed I was a young woman, still married to the father of my three children. He was taking me to our "new home" which was a 2 bedroom apartment. I sat in that apartment and cried for the loss of my pretty little house. I sat in a rocking chair and wept. And then I woke up, a happy older woman in my pretty little house.
Grateful to be where I am today.