I haven't had the wherewithal to write in the past few weeks. I'm traveled to Saddle Arabia and am working pretty hard.
I am very well taken care of here with a maid in the house and fancy dinners and all. This is kinda dangerous for me. I start thinking that I have everything in hand. "I got this," I say to myself. This is a deadly thought.
I know at this point I need to remember how life was like before I found the program.
The friend I'm staying with isn't in the program lie I am but she has been a great support. So she asked me to tell my story last night. It was awesome. It was like a mini meeting.
With that, I'm doing well.
