December 10th, 1981
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December 10th, 1981
Today the longed-for mental change began. The despair of the past few weeks begins to subside. I realize that this stint with an advertising agency is just that— a stint. Not the end of the road. Also— this business about the job at Condé Nast awakens that sense of being provided for. Providence will provide. So long as I stay sober— and perhaps to grow spiritually (actually I think spiritual growth is a natural inevitable result of sobriety) then my life will fall into place. Nothing will happen today that I cannot handle sober. This is a meaning— a purpose— a design.