Worthy of Respect

When I was new in sobriety, I never had a shortage of things to share. In fact, for the first couple of years I could always come up with something to whine about. But eventually, life stopped being the constant harassment I perceived it to be. That was due to a few different factors, one being that I wasn't creating new wreckage, so I had fewer things that needed fixing. The other was the fact that my outlook was changing for the better.