Five Years Sober As I write this, it's been five years and seven days since I had my last drink. I am split on how I should react. On the one had I want to stand upon the tallest building, shout this accomplishment to the world, and curl myself into a ball and cry...
Sigh. Another rejection email came in the other night. It’s okay though. I know I am doing what I am supposed to – write. And I will keep going.
Seeing a moment of clarity and knowing you can walk down a different path. And in that moment when greet change with the right amount of skepticism and hope. And that hope overrides the skepticism and prepares you for the hard work ahead.
Writing. It is somehow in my DNA. Even though I ignored that part of myself for many years. Stating (and writing) that I am a writer. It is key in leaning into my future.
The universe works in mysterious ways. I have been having a creativity block or something. However, poetry has always come easier to me, so that is what I will do for the next two blog posts – poetry.
Is it writer’s block? Maybe. It’s more that I don’t have the focus for a full length blog post. What do I do? I write poetry that’s what. Why that is my go to answer to my brain block, who knows?
As the holiday season continues to bear down upon me (and all who struggle this time of year), I am very thankful for my hubs, keeping me steady on my wobbly days.
Recovering alcoholics are part of a club. Although I am not sure most of us feel that way, we should. We should be proud of what we have done.
I wasn’t exactly expecting celebratory streamers…okay, maybe I was. I was about to embark on an arduous task. Where were my cheerleaders?
Recovering from alcoholism can be lonely, and there were times when I needed that. I needed to be alone to work through everything that was going on within myself.