In prepping for my own self-care, I decided to take a moment to encourage anyone who is newly sober or sober curious as they prepare to face the last night of the year and all the booze-soaked hoopla with which it comes.
If you think I'm the urban gardener/farmer type, you are mistaken. I am more the overworked/can’t keep succulents alive type. The fact that garden and farm metaphors resonated with me seemed worth noting and sharing.
Something changed last night. As I watched our House of Representatives pass a bill that would exclude dozens of serious pre-existing conditions from insurance coverage, I realized my silence has been hurtful.