It’s funny, 6 years sober and I still try to hide from emotional events.
Yesterday was my sons last first day of school (first day of grade 12). I almost went to work, even though I have flexibility to work from home. He told me he was ok with that.
At the last minute I stayed home, made him breakfast, took pictures and told him I love him and to enjoy his last first day of school, mask and all. And after he left I cried happy tears that my baby is grown up.
I strive for the middle path, and contentment. But I sometimes need to remember that avoiding the downs also means losing out on the highs.
Stillness and peace