For as long as I’ve known him, my husband has been sober. He’s in the program. So I was surprised when he said that years ago, when he lived in Chicago, he was in the depths of addiction.
This trip, he said, was a way to build new memories in a city that once held some very hard ones.
There was something quiet and powerful about that—about being allowed to rewrite your past by simply being present in the now. Just walking beside someone you love, and watching a place soften.
He’s been reading my blog lately. He likes where it’s going. He said he’s glad I’m talking through some of this, instead of just keeping it all in my head. Then he made a suggestion—something we might try going forward.
He proposed that we divide our future travel plans into thirds:
- One third with friends
- One third with family
- One third involving some kind of volunteer work
I like that. It doesn’t feel preachy or overly ambitious. A little structure to balance our experiences.
1 comment:
The volunteer work should be interesting .. Friends Family are all well placed tributes ..... being a volunteer opens new avenues of understanding ..
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