I had a long conversation over dinner with a friend I hadn’t seen in years. I told her about my sobriety and spirituality, etc. Here’s what she said:
Her: I wouldn’t tell anyone about the drinking.
Me: I’m writing a book about it.
Her: Oh. Well, leave out the parts about the psychic, and also don’t mention … yada yada yada.
Me: That’s the focus of the book.
I smile. I’m starting to become faze-free. I am greatly encouraged by this conversation, however, because when she voices my old concerns, I feel none of the fear I used to. She’s trying to protect me. I get that. But I realize I have come miles and miles since the last time we spoke. She is talking to the old me. But I am someone else entirely. 💕