I can, but sometimes don’t. I want to volunteer and work and laugh and be myself. I’m working on relationships and the ones that need to be repaired as best as I know how. I want to not keep company that choose to drink too much, use drugs or choose that life. I want my circle small, but genuine and I can be a friend, a real friend that shows up. I want to appreciate what I have and be kind and caring, and gentle. I’m not for everyone, and this I know, but I’ve come too far to just give up.