Something just occured to me...
It's interesting how, when I drank...I couldn't wait for the days to be over with. Now that I'm sober...there's not enough hours in the day to get what I want done--done, and I mean that in a good way, not a complaining way. I rest in that there's always tomorrow, however, I relish the day, and what I want to achieve. Whether I achieve all the directives or not, doesn't matter...at the end of the day though, as I go over my day, I'm disappointed that the day is over, cuz I feel so good, and I don't want it to end. I embrace the days today, instead of dreading them and just wanting them overwith.
Peace,
Anne
