Reality
At an early morning meeting today, part of the topic had to do with letting go of fantasy and living in reality. It immediately made me think of how many hours in active addiction were spent fantasizing I was this person or in that position, relationship, or financial status. The range went from the rich and famous to my best friend. Never was I satisfied with my reality. A covetous self-pity state of affairs that lead to the only outcome possible, depression.
I honestly cannot remember the last time I fantasized of being someone else. For the first time that I can remember, I truly love being myself and don't wish to trade with anyone. One of those gifts I wouldn't have expected to get by setting down the weapons of self-destruction I clutched for dear life.
God, thank you for giving me a humble love of the man in the mirror.