Today I did many things that were lovely. I took a run early in the morning. It was nice, but the trail was not as well-used as I expected at that hour, and I started feeling queasy about animals. Being alone on a trail in the middle of the mountains is probably not the wisest thing... oh well.
I got a facial this afternoon. It was nice. Probably over priced. I am not easily impressed by tony settings with phony music. Pitchers of water with cucumber. Big thick robes - which were pretty darn hot to wear on a hot summer day. I think probably other people's idea of luxury is my idea of stupid - most of the time.
I am having breakfast with someone very dear to me tomorrow morning. And then I will get ready to go home. I am happy to be going home.
Coming back here, 25 years after leaving, makes me realize what a tremendous amount of time 25 years is. I am so grateful that I have gotten to live the last 25 years as a sober woman. I usually underplay my length of time in sobriety because I have come to believe (with the help of a friend) that we sometimes use our time to separate ourselves from others - to set ourselves apart - and to build ourselves up. So I try not to do that. But I have to say that it is a wonderful thing to have stayed sober for this huge chunk of my life. I am so grateful for this...
By the Grace of God and the fellowship and the program of Alcoholics Anonymous.