One year ago today, I sat on my front porch watching the rain and pondering the end of that crazy year we called 2020. I wrote this poem about hope and renewal, feeling this eagerness for what 2021 might bring.
This year, I woke to New Year’s rain once again, now holding in my hands a copy of my very first published book, Unexpected Alchemy: Poems of Addiction and Awakening, available on Amazon.
Although writing and publishing a book was a deeply-held childhood dream of mine, for most of my life I dismissed such an accomplishment as something entirely too intense to be obtainable. I lived small, holding myself back by making life harder than it needed to be… numbing and escaping with alcohol.
I always managed; I functioned. I had a successful career as a teacher, I traveled, started a family, entertained my kids and joined book clubs. But it wasn’t until I began to stack sober days on top of each other for months at a time that my dreams started taking shape.