Good morning, my Mary.

I don’t know what happened to this week, but I can tell you this:

I stayed sober.

There was a moment there where I had a choice.

I was having men troubles and, apparently, I was still building my God out of people. I just can’t seem to get that one right.

Then match.com sent me a $30 gift certificate toward some of their products and the first thing that popped up was gummies.

And for half a second I thought:

Gummies. Those could be good for pain.

Then I read further and realized they meant recreational gummies.

And I stopped.

I had one of those moments where I thought:

What am I doing?

So I closed the page and gave thanks—for my sobriety, for clarity of mind, and for singleness of purpose—and I went about my day.

You would think after 26 years of sobriety I wouldn’t still have to wrestle with my demons.

But I did.

The good news is I didn’t lose.

Life is good.

I’m excited because I published my first short story on my Substack page, and that was a very big deal for me.

The ladies meeting yesterday was fabulous. We’re on the Fifth Step.

And I realized something:

I don’t talk enough about what’s going on inside my own head with people.

I’m going to work on that.

And maybe… you’re going to be my people.

Love, Carrie