Milestones

Some milestones are tiny, seemingly inconsequential. Others are monumental and feel at times utterly insurmountable. Today marks Day 7 on my recovery journey, which doesn’t feel huge, since I’ve been here SO. MANY. times before. But, I’ve just completed a cross-country drive with my kids to visit my parents for 5 days in my childhood home, and in the past 20 years, I’ve never managed a visit “home” without at least one purging episode. This time, I knew I could do it, and I was armed to the hilt with plans to succeed–books to read, times to workout, meditation practices. And, I did it. I freaking did it.