Last night I spent 6 hours in the county jail for a D.U.I. I received back on Friday the 13th of March.
For days before I turned myself in I paced the floor asking myself over and over how did I get here? How did I go from the consummate "good girl" who was trained to follow all the rules, did everything expected of me, never "rocked the boat" to a person who crashed her car, lost her store and almost lost her home? Where was the intelligent, creative, self assured, by some standards successful, store owner, home owner? It took three years, dating a sociopath and self medication but it happened. Now after those hours in jail I feel revived and even excited for my future. My goal is to reverse the recent and maybe longer magnetic pull I have for selling myself short, making poor decisions and not giving myself the credit I deserve. So, to know how I got here I'll have to go back much further...
On the bright side my overnight stay was shortened to the 6 hours...for that I have to be grateful.
The Good Girl
