My Book – My Mantle
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.