Going through old pictures today in search of photos for my dad’s retirement party. It’s been interesting to see myself years younger, knowing where I was internally – the lack of maturity and self-confidence, the anxiety, the constant striving for external approval.
I’m certainly no where close to where I’d like to be, but those pictures made it clear I’ve come a long way… and I’m headed in the right direction, finally.
Amazing how years of drinking slowed this maturity process so much. I feel like I’m playing catchup with the (sober) grownups around me… not that it matters. Just happy to be aware and growing now.