The lovely thing about being in recovery is that I make good use of my time—much better use than when I was in active addiction, for sure. My biggest fear when I first found recovery was that I wouldn't have enough time to figure out what I was supposed to be doing with my life, let alone do it.
I felt like I was so very behind, that I had lost a decade-plus to addiction, and I knew I could never get it back. I don't live (too much) in fear of time running out anymore.
I mean, I think I don't. I do know that my length of time here on earth isn't promised.
I had cancer. My mom died quite young.
Hard to say how long I'll be hanging around. And still.