my daily reflections…

durin my second attempt at recovery, i found myself residin in a halfway house in angola, indiana. this period was marked by a court appearance in cass county, michigan, due to a drunk drivin charge, which ultimately resulted in a four-month jail sentence. while incarcerated, the director of the facility sent me a big book, inscribin the first page with the words, “one day at a time…” followed by his signature, bill. this simple yet profound message has remained with me throughout the years, servin as a reminder of that pivotal moment in my journey. despite the books worn and tattered condition, i still cherish it deeply. it symbolizes a way of livin that i was unable to embrace durin the days of doin my dirt. today, i recognize the importance of livin in the present, as each day offers an opportunity to enrich my experience, strength, and hope in recovery. although i struggled to maintain sobriety after my jail time, even facin expulsion from the halfway house due to relapsin, i have since committed to my fourth honest attempt at sobriety. bills heartfelt words, God rest his soul, continue to guide me, remindin me to take life one day at a time, a principle that has become foundational to my ongoin recovery journey. 1 day @ a time…