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Day 19 Happy New Year

Happy new year 2015.  This is the year I turn 60 and being this blog is about the days running up to that date, how appropriate we're here.  In the year.  Celebrated last night in grand style.  I was invited to attend a dinner at Vince's Ristorante in West Sacramento.  It was the 40th anniversary of the New Years dinner so quite a tradition and I felt  honored to be invited.  I sat next to Danny and across from several women who attend the Cathedral meetings regularly.  Chris, Carolyn, Vicki, Jeannie, Kim and Nina.  I had a blast from the minute I entered to the minute I left.  Very good people and a million years of sobriety gathered.  

I just chaired the Cathedral meeting Tuesday and it was packed.  It was the end of the month birthday meeting so quite the crowd gathered.  I swore I wouldn't be nervous but a whiff of insecurity breezed through me as I walked up to the table to speak.  It was my third chair in 5 days so I didn't want to parrot what I already talked about.  It was an earlier blog that inspired part of what did come out.  I brought up the St Francis prayer and went off on the "to be loved" portion.  Other than that I mentioned that I have a mental illness and have suffered with chronic depression my whole life.  That is my truth today and I will share that with impunity here on out.  It's not a big deal and the truth is that there is a lot of suffering like that going on.   

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  1. UnknownJanuary 2, 2015 at 11:32 AM

    I look forward to following you this year. Great work!

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