It has been over a year since I posted a blog, yet it feels both peculiar and comforting. Honestly not much has changed since my last entry. I am still struggling with my sobriety; I remain to live in a small studio sans company; and my son still does not live with me. Though on a positive note, I actually have employment (scooping ice cream for the warmed-up Oregon summer); I believe I have found my spiritual center (though it is always a work in progress/much like the self); and my son is the love of my life and the pushing force toward my continued recovery. I need to start writing again. It has been over a year since I have written anything substantial, of any worth to me at all. I had forgotten how much words bring me joy, balance, enticement. I will not forget again.
