My Book – My Mantle

by agoodnow

Remember, it isn’t real until it is real.  Today, it became real.  For the last week I have been ecstatic about my book being released.  Anyone who knows me knows that I am thrilled.   I truly did accomplish a dream I have had for a very, very long time.

I opened my door today and there was a package.  A real brown box.  I knew what was inside of it: two laminated covers, my picture on the back, and pages I worked so hard to create.  I took a kitchen knife and slowly split the tape keeping in what I was nervous to look at.  I let the box flap open and removed the paper covering My Sober Year.  It is odd, I never thought holding a book would make me whole, but today it did.  A bunch of dead trees with ink on them. 

I opened the cover and there were my words. 

I didn’t cry, but I would admit if I had.

Today was a good day.  I have my own book on my own mantle.  It looks pretty fucking good.