Have you ever had something happen that was just a little too coincidental to be random? I’ve had this experience many times in recovery and today it happened again. I headed to the library this afternoon to check out a particular book I had seen online about traveling on a budget and interesting stops along my route to California. It was a windy and rainy day so not a lot of people there. This was good because I had no idea how to find the information I needed and felt a bit out of place. Sadly, I haven’t walked into a library since my kids were little until just recently. I tried to act like I knew what I was doing and where in the library the travel section was but ultimately, I had to ask a volunteer to help me. When I finally reached the area I needed to be in and was browsing, I felt someone standing really close on my right. A hand reached in front of me and pulled out a book called Route 66. It was the exact book I was looking for. Weird! I turned to the woman and asked if she was about to travel that road. She started telling me about the vacation that she and her husband were planning to drive the same road as me. We chatted excitedly for a while about our common goal. She was super encouraging of my quest to conquer fear and make the drive by myself. This kind lady who just happened to be in the exact place, at the exact time, planning the same trip and looking for this specific book I was, offered the book to me and wished me luck on my journey. When I realized just how unlikely this was to happen, I knew it was God giving me a thumbs up on my plan. This my friends, is what I call a “God Thing”. How cool is that?
This is my 1st post on a yet unfinished website. It would be unlike me to do things like most people. I used to think it was one of my many character defects but I’m learning to embrace my warped sense of thinking today. Once I get this website up and moving in a somewhat fluid fashion, I will be planning, saving, and praying about my quest to overcome my arch rival, Fear. He is a hell of an emotion that has always tripped me up in life. The longing to travel and desire to experience new things has always been there but good ole Mr. Fear has pushed me down (mostly into a bottle) and held me back. Not for long Buddy. I am a 49 year young woman on a solo mission to road trip cross country from Birmingham, Alabama to San Francisco, California. This newly recovering addict is planning to kick her dark shadow to the curb. He has had the last word for far too many years. He has forced me to drink myself to the brink of death, ripped the trust of my family and friends away from me and has taken away the little self-confidence I once had. The winds be a changing and I hope to have witnesses. Can we do it? YES we can.