Despite a full schedule yesterday, my flight in the evening went well. For some reason, flying makes me reflective- of where I've been and where I'm going.

I'm off for a long day of car hunting so I'm going to cut this short. Yesterday, watching everyone in the airport had me longing to be "normal." That is until I was walking by the bar and felt so grateful that I wasn't trapped at a bar stool somewhere, showing up to my parent's house drunk and humiliating myself and my family.

I thanked G-d for keeping me sober and to give me the strength to do his bidding.