34 Days Clean

In an hour it'll be 35. On my birthday, it'll be 55. October 13th will be 60 days. I intend to keep it that way. Today, I took a trip up to Boston to see some friends from high school. It was very nice. They drank, I didn't. They smoked weed, I didn't. It felt good not to have the desire, especially after my ex-sponsor's relapse. If anything, it's made me even more inclined not to use. Earlier, I texted a guy in the program, asking him to be my sponsor. He said he'd give me a call around 4 tomorrow and we can talk about it. I'm feeling very optimistic. And, even if he says no, a woman in the program has offered to still do step work with me while I look for another sponsor. Just because it has been so detrimental to my recovery and routine this time around to be doing step work every day. I'm feeling very grateful. And I kept asking my Higher Power, whatever that may be, to help me in finding a new sponsor soon. And, alas, exactly a week after losing my sponsor I have a fantastic potential one. He works a great program, I've always admired how and what he speaks on in meetings. I know, if he says yes, it'll be a great fit for my recovery.
Right now, I'm in the spare bedroom at my father's house. Decided to come up here after my get-together in Boston and I'm glad I did. He's very jazzed to see me. I'm very happy to be here. Out in the middle of nowhere with him, his wife, his mother, and the dogs. I'm leaving early Tuesday morning because I have a doctor's appointment in the afternoon to get back on hormones and start the pat toward top surgery. My sponsor relapsing did impact me very heavily on an emotional scale, but it is not the end of my story. Everything happens for a reason, it wasn't meant to be with him. And that's okay. And, if I do get a new sponsor, he has me re-do my step one, so be it. It's for the best.