This may seem like another language to some but…
I’ve decided I want Pride to be a much more sane weekend so, instead of defiantly staying hypomanic, I am back on my pDoc meds and I’ll spend my time – after the parade on Sunday – here. (Aren’t we, who can use it, fortunate to have this option?)
I actually caught myself admitting last night to wanting my first day to be the first day of summer (today), forgetting that it might be just as significant for it to be the last day of spring (yesterday).
I chose the latter and got a chip last night, was welcomed back sincerely, and then was treated to a Baskin & Robbins ice cream cone 🙂
I have just come from a noon meeting – home, I am home – and the pink parachute for any pink cloud I might be on is only a dusty rose wash-cloth to wipe the sweat off my brow.
Tonight, another open speaker meeting, as I try to let go of my misgivings regarding the things that are so often satirized about recovery. It’s worked for me in the past, I’m going to work it again today.