The Mornin view
Good morning
Arose at 5(am) and felt something distinct within. A quaint stirring of the soul. An unyielding vibration of gratitude was elevating in one's aura.
Life doesn't prepare you for this. Kinda like how you weren't prepared for the old ways, that toxicity was or seemed like a noose tightened upon the gallows.
Sure, had to fall. Losing everything and everyone.....literally. Most importantly losing oneself in a haze of cryptic nocturnal darkness in a meandering rabbit hole 🕳
Entering into sobriety, through Recovery. Thinking about those dreams that never were realized. Which in truth was an imaginary sojourn. Held aloft for an audience of none.
But upon this morn, in the chill of dawn. One could almost sense the joy of freedom. Not of the external variable, but of that internal mechanism within.
Today, one holds joy in a gentle gratitude
