I so seldom feel anymore that I am just right where I belong. Most of my homies have moved on. Probably bad terminology for a 57 year old white woman who is sober over 24 years, but it seems the best for now.
But tonight, I got to be with my sponsor. And my sponsee. And I got to be in the middle. I am not the oldest nor the youngest. I am just about right. And with people who love me for exactly who I am... and I love them for exactly who they are.
Oh, I am so tired, but so full of joy.
God is so good to us. All we have to do is let Him.