80 Days Sober “Get back to where you once belonged”

Today is day 80 sober and I’m feeling hopeful. Last week’s rough patch was a learning experience, but progress continues.

????Get back to where you once belonged

If you’ve lost your way, go back to doing the last things that made you feel whole. [Dont R. Ember ]

That’s been a part of my recovery, although somewhat on accident.

• I’m running again.
• I’m getting back into writing.
• I’m reading whatever makes me curious.
• My spiritual interests are waking up, but with the wonder of a child.

Best of all, I’m finding people I can help.

That’s me with a precious orphaned baby girl.

She is in good hand with her grandmother, but their life is hard. I was in the right place to make their lives a little easier. It’s not much, but hope goes a long way in a place like Haiti.

I used to have a life calling – unless that was a manic delusion. I imagined living among the poor, hearing their voice, and working to give them a little relief.

Global inequality isn’t going away. It’s more than material poverty and I’d be foolish to think money can fix all that’s broken in this life. Besides, I was never applying for the job of savior. I couldn’t even hold my own shit together – despite my incredible white American privilege.

But when I hug that grandma and give her enough baby formula for this week –

she smiles

Everyone deserves dignity – even if it’s only the kindness of a random American.

If I can get back, that’s where I’d like to belong again.