Gratitude in fragility via /r/gratitude

I begin again with almost nothing. Yet there is food and the skill to make it nourishment. I carry ten sober years, my new high proof and the distilled essence of all I have dismantled. For too long I lived in isolation, then solitude, a fortress that became its own hunger. Without noise, I found myself, though the fullness of life is realized only in connection.

This fall brings new learning and the steady company of others. I carry a nascent perspective and the courage to begin again. Fragile, yet steadfast and tender, one small flame dispels the dark.

I am grateful for this life, and for the refusal to vanish 🙏🏻