Life happens.  A few years go by and I haven’t written or purged rancid emotions.  I get  self-absorbed with my husband, my kids, my career, my house, my hobbies and my desires that I forget why I still have those things.  I have just picked up a chip on Sunday in celebration of 14 years, but my sobriety date is February 28^th.  I didn’t honor my anniversary the way I should have.  I put it on the backburner until I felt it was convenient.  I think that’s what I do; I wait until it’s convenient to take care of myself.  When I honor my sobriety anniversary I honor me.  I honor my story.  I honor my journey.  Life is really good today, but there was a time when I wanted to die.  The pain of living was too difficult to carry.  What I didn’t know at the time was that was my perception of my life.  When I learned how to perceive my life differently, I learn how to be happy.  I’ve forgotten what it was like to live in perpetual pain and no hope.  I’ve forgotten what it was like to try to drink my life away so I couldn’t remember it.  I’ve forgotten the utter bankruptcy of my spirit.  I learned how to be grateful and being grateful gave me a different viewpoint to look at my life.  The different viewpoint gave me a different perception from the eyes of gratitude.  My brain chemistry changed; my life changed.

Just for today I will honor that.