I gave up something yesterday. Something that I love very much. I gave it up in the name of recovery. In the name of rest. I gave up my dancing. This saddened me more than I realized it did. As soon as I sat down to collect myself when I got home last night I started to cry. I couldn’t…
It was a stormy Friday morning. I had no desire to get drenched before heading into work so I passed by the gas station, mentally kicking myself the entire route to work for doing it. You see, I had smoked my last cigarette the night before. I was in desperate need of my morning fix. My gentleman at the time…