Today is the last day of summer. The last day of summer always brings a sense of melancholy. Like when I was a kid, I thought "This is going to be the best summer ever!" Then, it would end and I had many hopes are dreams left unfinished and unfulfilled. In recovery, I recognize that each season has its gifts and each season gives me what the others cannot. I can be grateful for the temporary, ciclical nature of everything.
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