Good Morning

Written by, Michael M.

Good Morning!
I don’t know what the day will bring…
I have no idea how today will end up…
I don’t know about tomorrow either.
I’m not even sure that I am getting the past correct.
But I know that as long as I don’t use, don’t pick up –
That I’m so much better off than I used to be.
I know that if I’m not high AF all the time,
I have a really good shot at creating the life that I want.
I know that my personal suffering decreases; and
I feel better when I’m not constantly chasing a buzz.
I don’t know what the future holds,
But I know that because I’m sober,
I feel more hopeful about mine.
I know that it’s important to be present –
And that it was almost impossible for me to do that during active addiction.
I know that not using has made my days (my life) manageable.
I know that working a program has provided me with
new tools and relationships previously unavailable to me.
So while the outside world may be uncertain,
I’m more grounded than ever because of recovery.
Because I feel better.
Because I have the tools.
And the clarity.
And the fellowship.
And the faith.
And the hope.
As long as I don’t pick up.
Enjoy today 🙂

Published in A New Leaf – January 2025

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