In my infinite wisdom, 23 years in the making (Note: Sarcasm), it seems that life is going to be one long bumpy ride. The more I work in my real job pretending to have years worth of discernment from my 1 year and two months in the field, the more I realize that there is so much I don’t know. Outside of my professional life, I recognize that there is so much room for growth. Living in recovery, situations always seem to pop up that make me want to pull out my old bag of ineffective coping skills. Yet, a year and a half ago, Moving Forward sounded better than Stuck in the Past.
It’s been a long time since I’ve posted on here. At work, I’ve moved past feeling like a kid playing dress up and going to work with the “big” people. I have made really ineffective choices and I have made some really helpful strides with hope to make a difference. At home, I’ve moved into a permanent place and am enjoying letting my roots settle in here. I have also found myself getting a dime out of my garbage disposal as well as some other interesting situations.
There have been good days when the bumps seemed to be few and far between. Other times, I have found myself stranded and surrounded by bumps and potholes. Every once and awhile, I look at my surroundings and I think to myself, “Did I drive myself into a pit?” Then I think of Jessica and I remember I can get out if I choose.