I know I’ve written about this a few times. When the anniversary rolls around, I can’t
help but think back over that time in my life.
1998 was probably one of the worst years of my life if you look at all
around bad. I’ve had many difficult
years prior and since; some of the events have been far worse than anything I
experienced in 1998 but that is the only year I can truly say I hit
bottom.
I was in a relationship that wasn’t healthy for either of us,
I was homeless and wearing out my welcome at a friend’s, I had lost so much and
was turning away from those most important to me. I was on a path of destruction but was too
deep in the middle to see just how bad. I
was doing a lot of things that could’ve led to my life being much different.
I sometimes wonder where I would be now if I’d declined the
offer, or not agreed to the terms, when given the opportunity to come to
California. I don’t reflect because I
regret my decision. I try to never live
with regrets. I do it because I look at
every choice I make as if I am standing at a Y in the road. Each path is full of possibility. There will be rough patches but it will be
what I make it.
So tonight I look back on that time in my life with fond
memories. It may have been a crazy,
effed up time but it led me to here. Until Next Time
P.S. Last night my son told me he can make no promises to snuggle me forever because some day he will be a grown man living in Hawaii and I'll be in a senior home.
