This morning feels slower.
The kind of slow that lets you notice your own breathing.
The kind of quiet that isn’t empty… it’s full.
There was a time I woke up with regret.
With anxiety.
With the heaviness of things I said or did the night before.
Today, I wake up clear.
Not because life is perfect.
Not because I have it all figured out.
But because I chose not to escape yesterday.
Gratitude isn’t loud.
It’s not fireworks.
It’s subtle.
It’s coffee in a steady hand.
It’s a phone that isn’t filled with apologies.
It’s knowing I protected my peace.
It’s my sister’s house.
My boys.
The animals I care for.
The version of me that stayed.
There is something sacred about waking up sober on a Sunday.
Something holy about being present for your own life.
I don’t take that lightly anymore.
Today I am grateful…
not just for what I have,
but for who I am becoming.
One day at a time.
One steady breath at a time. 
A peaceful feeling to start our day is something to hold on to. Hold it and cherish it. It was a long hard journey to get here. Let’s all work together ODAAT to continue feeling this way