I need to remember my table.
My table is everyone who joined me for a dinner, enjoyed a concert with me, invited me to their holiday gathering or birthday, sent me memes all day in my inbox, sat in a room and shared the joy and pain and uncertainty and hilarity of being alive with me. They chose to sit with me. They were willfully at my table and not because I picked up my drink. They were with me out of love.
I was there too of course, but not in the way I should have been. I should have been at my own table, with clear eyes and an open heart, showing up whole, and for myself, because I deserve it. It's never too late to come back to it, its yours. Sit down, join yourself and greet you, palms open, to recieve warmth and love, not a drink.
Remember your table. Accidents and spills may happen - could be your fault, could be someone else's. Just remember, spills can be cleaned. 
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Thank you for that Christina how are you feeling today?
Well said Christina. Great story.
Well said.