I don’t like to brag it up. I have come a long way, but I have a long way to go.
But yesterday, I ended up pretty proud of myself. I had to do some work in Queen Anne park… I used to live there. It’s a lovely park, but not my favorite. No happy memories for me there.
As I was working, and making some notes and pulling up weeds, a cop stopped me and told me I had to stop doing that. As soon as I stood up he remembered me from my days of living in that park. First he was sure I was dead. He thought that was why he hadn’t seen me around in so long… and then he threatened to run me in for occupancy and destroying city property.
“You can’t just pull up plants and cut limbs off trees when ever you feel like it.”
I showed him my City Employee badge and it is my work order and I know what I’m doing. The look of absolute shock on his face pleased me. He even ran my number to double check.
He apologized, he was very surprised. But then he actually shook my hand and said, “Congrats on getting yourself straightened out.”
I felt pretty good about myself yesterday. Just another little reminder it really hasn’t been that long at all. I’m healing at a good rate I think.