Sunday, August 14, 2016

Privilege

We take so much for granted don't we? At least I do. But now and again, more often than not, I become aware of how privileged I am. How good my life is. How I have opportunities to re-invent myself. How many lives I've lived. Opportunities and chances taken. Friendships solidified. Good health rescued.

I've visited my young friend twice now. She's still sober but needed help with other issues. So she went off for 28 days to learn about self-esteem and setting boundaries, and acceptance of herself.

And I get to see her companions in the treatment centre. All ages. All conditions, all stages of recovery. And my heart swells with love for them and for her. And I hope with all my heart that life will improve for them. That they will embrace this opportunity, this brand new life force and hold it tight so they don't drown.

And then feel privileged in turn. As I do, for being reborn as it were.

We go out for dinner, my wee friend and I. And she is full of hope and plans and nearly 4 months sober. I haul her back into the moment and talk expectations and ask her again, as I do every time I see her: "What's the most important thing in your life?" And her answer is uncertainty and contingent on others.

And I think: one of these days....

5 comments:

  1. You are a wonderful friend and role model. I'm glad she made it into treatment. So many do not. I hope you are well.

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  2. Well yes, E- as I hope you are too. Some of us bloggers are falling down. Ill health, life knocks, body parts not as good as they were, challenges to time, availability.
    Keep on keepin' on. Until we can't.

    XO
    WWW

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  3. I am with you on this all the way. All the best.

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