Little red riding hood has eight years. That's a long time in recovery. For those of you unfamiliar with recovery years, things tend to pass in what can only be called "VERY VERY REAL TIME"... sometimes you feel every day, sometimes several days hit you all at once.
Eight years in recovery is something like 56 dog years and I think somewhere around a silver anniversary for a gay male relationship (wherein one month is equivalent to 356 days--unless it's leap year).
Eight years in recovery is a testament to someone putting one foot in front of the other and accepting life on life's terms... and learning to do everything with tools you weren't really ready to play with early on.
I digress...I've had the honor of working with her as a sponsee for the past several months, and it's been a real treat watching her grow. The thing about Tricia is that she works steps. First and foremost. Along with that, she also works a program, practices the principles, and EXUDES spirituality.
Tonight, along with her husband, she will be telling a room filled with hopefuls how she's made it to today. Pretty cool. Therefore, I'm finishing with bill payments and balancing the checkbook and scheduling appointments so I can get in bed and get some sleep before this great event hits center stage at No Name Group tonight at 308 E. Texas...
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