November 4, 2019
I’ve been trying to control the uncontrollable. I’ve been harshly judging myself by telling myself I should be some place else spiritually and emotionally as opposed to where I am at this moment.
I have been pushing my recovery based on unreasonable expectations. Rather than accepting life on life’s terms I have been demanding life hurry the hell up. In short, I have not surrendered.
I have to remember where I was last year at this time and understand these words: recovery is a journey, not an exam, or a series of check boxes. I ask the universe for patience and self-compassion. At this moment I am where I need to be.
Good night my friends.
