We all have choices. I had a choice today on my way home from work and I chose to go to a meeting. I am glad that I went. I don’t ever remember not being glad that I went to a meeting and if I had it was just because I was *really* screwed up :).
I have felt down about myself for the past few days. No particular reason just general disdain for the self. Call it low self-esteem or whatever, but it is painful. I especially dislike the anger that comes along with the feelings of self-loathing.
I could have chosen to walk over to my old dealer today and strike up a conversation, but I did not. I think it is important to recognize my choices since they are, after all, what define me.
Time to sleep.