An act of letting go. Ironic that it took addiction and its evisceration of self-control for me to act like I was letting go, like a dog's dream of slipping its lead and running to the riverbed . Today there's no need to act like I'm letting go with silly antics like this. Today, I don't have as much to prove. This news is almost all good. I realized that I have to take care of myself by forgiving myself and all the others, despite the insanity of so doing.
