This is hard. But they say that confession is good for the soul. I’ve been on the wagon since early January, and I’ve done well. So well. This week, though, has been a humdinger. I’ll tell you about it another time. Suffice to say, it’s enough to drive anybody to revert to old addictions.
But I held out until last night.
It doesn’t matter what happened. It only matters that I surrendered. I woke up this morning determined to do better. When I set out for the grocery store, I was looking for shoe insoles. But then, I saw my dealer trying to blend in with the Redbox machines.
And I had the cash. I had the cash on me, and that was my downfall.
Impulsiveness, and cash, and all I know is My name is Jessie Bishop Powell, and up until yesterday, it had been 32 days since I ate a cookie.
Damned Girl Scouts.
Jessie Powell is the Jester Queen. She likes to tell you about her dog, her kids, her fiction, and her blog, but not necessarily in that order.