Second chances

A few days ago I had stained a table that the previous owners left here. It was a nice table. Just needed some work. I remember looking at it and thinking "This would make a perfect work table for me." So thanks, previous owners. Babe and I took the legs off today and brought it up to my office and reassembled it. I assembled my new office chair. Unpacked some of my things. Set up my room. A space just for me. It's nowhere near finished yet but I fucking love it already. It's mine. I'm just so damned happy right now. With everything. And grateful. I'm flourishing. I've clawed my way up from a cesspool of having absolutely nothing and no one and now I'm back on top. I'm not a religious person but I will give credit where it's due. There's no way I'd have been able to get this far without God. God led Babe and I together. Without either of them I don't know what would have happened to me. I'm just glad that I didn't take an alternate path.