From time to time people tell me that I’ve played some sort of part in their recovery. It’s genuinely a humbling experience and I share that piece of information without meaning to come across in any way arrogant or conceited.
But I say it to illustrate a point that when you’ve been in any sort of recovery, you never forget the people that played key roles in supporting that transition.
In my case I remember the people that inspired me to be better, the people that created the spaces for me to experiment in being myself, gave me opportunities to grow and pushed me beyond my comfort zones. It has allowed me to arrive at a place where I can genuinely say that I like myself, my life and I have some sort of pride about the … gah, don’t want to say journey but… journey I have been on.
I’m four scotch and Cokes down – And that’s because I went out with two of those people tonight. Two people who created a welcoming and challenging environment that was a springboard to so many better things. It’s no exaggeration to say that they, along with a few others, helped to change my life.
They assured me that I couldn’t fuck things up beyond repair and they taught me that ambition is a perfectly fine trait to have. They taught me new skills and appreciated the ones I brought along. They accepted my values and enhanced my ability to believe in myself and approach the next hurdle with a belief that I could overcome.
To you both, consider this a love letter to your friendships, your senses of humour and your generosity. Having you both in my life is an ongoing blessing and the laughing fits and inappropriate meme notification every Thursday at 4 fucking 50am is a welcome reminder of how it’s never too late to find your tribe.
I guess if I haven’t said it already, thank you both. You’re both wonderful and hopefully you can see the positive ripple that your friendships have made in this tiny part of the world.
I love you both.