Scrub got her favorite seat

On the bus. 

The little victories make life grand.

I've started a adult job this week. I'm emerging from my bed. And I commute my favorite way, by bus. 

The next car is for my baby nephew and I've got weight goals. So... until your darling scrub is 80 pounds lighter my commute is a little long and involves walking.

The truth: I'm so heavy it is not fun to waddle to work. But other than the waddle my day couldn't be sweeter right now.

Sweet and emotional. My route takes me through spaces I remember from years ago in active addiction. I see the street folk I used to sit with when I was stranded somewhere outside drunk. I don't remember them smelling so bad. I don't remember their faces being so sad. Deep down I know the actual people from these streets are all new. The ones whose names I learned were surely taken from this earth. 

They were taken due the disease I fight every day in sobriety. 

I discover hot tears on my cheeks today, as I ride the bus back to my tiny apartment. Those women and men are gone. I should be too.

Somehow the creators of this universe gave me grace; and let me continue to have a journey.

I am grateful.