I'm making my way toward you, and I'm not going to lie: I'd really like the journey to slow the hell down. I think of what and who I will be by the time I'm seventy.
I hope that I'm wiser. I hope that I'm healthy.
I hope that I have found even more serenity than I have now. I hope I can look back and see all the people I've helped—and still be in touch with them and those who've helped me.
I hope I have given much, but not so much that I've fallen into the trap of my old codependent ways. I hope that I am still spending time with women in recovery, women who are my age, and older and younger.
We will need each other then just as much as we do now. I hope that my work life has slowed down, that I'm finding more time to travel and to play with my grandkids.