I woke up this morning feeling a bit uneasy. It's June 2nd and this month is going to be an incredibly busy one for me and my family, with lots of activities and some travel. The busyness starts this week. I'm sure June will be just a blur by the time it's over.
On top of the "June Madness," I'm still looking for work after having been laid off in mid-December. My lovely wife assures me that "things will work out." Call me crazy, but I trust that she knows what she's talking about. If we end up living under a freeway overpass in a few months, I'll tell her she was wrong. But until then, I'm keeping the faith.
Nothing lasts forever, and this morning's uneasiness was no exception. In fact, by the time I got out of bed I was feeling better and had a big smile on my face and in my heart. Why? Because the fact that it's June 2nd means today marks 23 months of sobriety for my son, who is in long-term recovery from addiction.
Twenty-three months. Exactly 700 days. One month away from two years.
I am so grateful today that I feel like writing "GRATEFUL" on my forehead in Sharpie just so everyone I encounter knows exactly how I feel. Instead, I'll just write it on a piece of paper and keep on smiling.
"Let gratitude be the pillow upon which you kneel to say your nightly prayer. And let faith be the bridge you build to overcome evil and welcome good." --Maya Angelou