Sunday evening – wife and kids just returned from a weekend at the grandparents.
No need to say I’m sorry. No need to feel sorry.
I did not wake up mid day – rushing out for a last minute cut down a big tree or paint a fence – that highly visible cover-story. My ever false war-stories. No need to hide my tracks nor lie or emphasize minor completed ToDo’s.
I just did whatever task I wanted to do – and I did good.
Now tired in this deep almost childish and profound way. Feeling honesty to the bone following solitude time is rewarding.
My own company is rewarding – It may seem banal – to me it is completely game changing. 10 weeks sober.
– finally trying my best – one day at a time.