It’s Thanksgiving morning.
I woke up in a warm bud with clean sheets. I walked downstairs and saw Jules sitting at the kitchen counter, typing away on a paper she has been working on for days. She greets me with a smile as she does every morning. There’s fresh coffee waiting for me and the birds are out back on the feeders, helping me enjoy the dusk as they always do.
Things are good.
I’m coming up on 10 years sober. 10 freakin years.
I look around at my life and I know without question, that the thing I am most grateful for is my recovery. I am grateful for the people who reached out and saved my life when I needed them most.
The usual Thanksgiving response is to say that I am grateful for my family and my super hot wife for my health. Yes, all that is true.
But without my recovery, I wouldn’t have any of that. I wouldn’t even be alive. It doesn’t mean that I love my family less. In fact, keeping my recovery the top priority in my life is the best thing I can do to show my family how much I love them. It’s the way I can pay them back and the way I can show them how much I care.