My “Sked”

My mama is not going to like the title of this blog. She’s such a classy Southern Belle and I’m such a ratchet Southern Gentleman. Well, for the sake of useless knowledge and wisdom “sked” is a ratchet way of saying “scared”…*Pause*….Wow, I just was questioned by my parents if I wrote a check for $195 from their account. Luckily, it was a check that just cleared from a check written last week. Well, I guess that’s one repercussion I have to deal with in recovery. The trust has to be earned back from family and friends. I’m only on Step 6 so I’ll worry about making amends later. I always thought my addiction didn’t effect others. I never stole, conned anyone, or did anything crazy in my addiction. I went to work, got paid and bought my stuff like it was part of the living budget. There was one point where I did forge a check from my dad and that’s why I got questioned earlier. I’m not upset. I can’t be. Anyway, I just finished doing my daily devotion which stated how I shall live by faith. I woke up on 10 again. My mind races in the morning. I had like 30 ideas about what I was going to write in this blog and did not write about any of them. I can’t remember any of the 30 ideas either. I guess I’ve written what I was supposed to write. Later.