So, I no longer need the ridiculous culmination of my early recovery. I'm over it. Shoes are shoes and my dog eats most of them anyway. So, if anyone is looking for gently used size 9US Jimmy Choos, let me know, they are still in the box. I have my own pair that have grown into the perfect fit.
One of the biggest fears of beginning any journey is the unknown. We do not know where the journey will take us and that can be quite scary. What will we uncover? What will we find along the way? The journey is as amazing as the final destination. We learn with each step. We learn we have the ability to go in any direction we choose. That direction is very much of our own accord.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Walking in Sober Shoes.
The Last Glass
People have requested that I post this again, I wrote this piece published many times over the years.. I started with twenty-four. Twent...
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I've been writing a book for the last few months, it's a fictional labor of love about a woman who comes to terms with her sobriety...
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The following are actual snippets over the last six years from people reacting to the fact that I don't drink: "Are you boring?...
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I was born with a sixth finger, a pinkie that was removed about 24 hours after I was alive. Not a big deal by medical standards, but by bein...