Sleep eluded me last night despite my attempt to go to sleep early. My mind was racing. Thinking about how many days I have sober (123) left me feeling like a baby in the scheme of things. When thinking about those days, I thought of them as bricks. Each day sober, a new brick was made. If you drop these all around and eventually, after collecting a few, you could build a foundation. Continuing, you could build a beautiful building with whatever kind of architecture you desire. You are the architect. You make the plans.
So, what are you planning on building?