If you’re anything like me, you’ve took a few swan dives off the wagon while it’s on the edge of a cliff just to see if the squirrel suit you forgot to put on still works.
Falling off the wagon sucks.
But more and more, I’m reminding myself to be grateful the wagon is always waiting for me. I’m grateful I’m learning not to lie in the muck for so long, and to just get back on the freaking wagon. It’s right there waiting for me.
Anyway, it takes practice seeing your set backs as regroups, but when you do, you stop seeing places you were knocked back as lost ground. You start seeing them as cleared runways to take off on.
Oops, I Did It Again