Next week, I’ll have 8 months sober. As a good friend reminded me recently, once you’ve put in significant time working on something, it would be a mistake to toss it all away over an old pattern, or person, no matter how alluring.
The thing about paying attention and trying to live more honestly, is that you have more accountability to yourself. It’s a good thing, but it often interferes with that old fun of “following one’s heart” (translation: doing whatever the hell you want if it makes you happy).
I’ll not claim anything even close to improvement or clarity or life is perfect, but I will say that sobriety and following a spiritual program is something I cherish now… sometimes even more than having fun, or following my natural inclinations and instincts.
Plus? I’m getting too old for this shit.
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Congratulatons on 8 months. I have no deep and philosophical statements; just a strong eeling of support and admirtion.
Admiration. My own adition kics i — I cant spell before coffee!
Congratulations. It’s a fine achievement.
So happy for you. 8 months of sobriety. (Gosh, I remember reading around the time you decided to embark on this. Heck, I remember reading you before you were redsy!) Congrats.
Congratulations on your anniversary! I’m proud of you.
8 months of proving that you really aren’t too old for this shit.
Awesome