You know how in recovery they say "one day at a time"? I'm living that. In my mind I hear the lyrics to a song, "one step at a time...", but I'm not sure where it comes from. I soldier on as my therapist says and take my lumps as I get them.

I had received a certified letter in the mail and kept imagining that it was from my principal, notifying me that I was fired. Thankfully it was about a bounced check that I can take care of next week.

I have been sweating the whole brother moving to Lebanon, TN thing. He's anxious and he's making me anxious. He walked to my job two days in a row and smarted off to my principal without knowing it the second day. I took yesterday off to get him sorted out and to nurse myself (I'm suffering from seasonal allergies).

Had therapy yesterday. I can do all of this. I will be okay whatever the outcome and my brother will be okay.

I was notified yesterday that my bankruptcy is officially over! Yay! I was even refunded $7.65. Hey, I can treat myself to a cheeseburger and a milkshake.

Life isn't perfect but it's not bad. It could be a lot worse.