Hey, Dallas, good to see you back—but I am sorry you're feeling down.
I'm just shy of nine months myself. And still single. My social life would bore a nun. And to top it off, my dog died this week. (Yes, I'm serious.) So if you can just add a broken pickup truck to the list, I think we have enough material for a double-album of country music.
But here's the thing: I'm only nine months sober. That's a blink of the eye compared to the years I spent drinking. Honestly, a year ago I doubted whether I could even stop drinking. At this point I will happily take the sobriety, and trust that in time, the other pieces will fall into place.
Which desert are you in, by the way? I go camping out by Anza-Borrego all the time. Would love to meet up for a cup of coffee sometime.
