1. The day I waked to Starbucks after my doctors appointment and eavesdropped as this man discussed with his sponsor his difficulties with his recovery. My "A million little piece" and "beautiful boy" psychology major ass was in heaven.
    Step 8: making amends was giving him trouble
  2. The day I saw everyone I'd ever met. The day everyone I wanted to give me an ounce of attention gave it to me, the day I decided I was going to become a writer. The day I lost my phone and wandered around Atlanta looking for it.
    The universe has its own way of balancing itself out.
  3. The day I lost my wallet.
    Does it matter that I can't remember what made this day so amazing? All I can remember is how wholesome and warm I felt.