Day 289. David Letterman asked Warren Zevon if there was anything he understood now, facing his own mortality, that he didn't before. "Just how much you're supposed to enjoy every sandwich." I love Warren Zevon, who died from cancer at only 56 in 2003. Warren was an insane and insanely talented songwriter and dark humorist, … Continue reading Enjoy Every Sandwich …
Day 286. Very early on as I was ramping up to getting serious about putting the glass down, I was reading a lot. While I had numerous false starts - two weeks alcohol-free being my best attempt - the reading did help me finally take flight and soar .... I love this book, and highly … Continue reading Why you drink, and how to stop
Day 282. "My older brother, who was ten years old at the time, was trying to get a report on birds written that he'd had three months to write. It was due the next day. He was at the kitchen table close to tears, surrounded by binder paper and pencils and unopened books on birds, … Continue reading Bird by bird
Day 273. Today I casually noticed I’m 9 months sober. Casually. noticed. If you are early into this sobriety journey, perhaps you’ll feel reassured to know I used to compulsively check my sober app, often wishing the days on the counter would tick over faster. I particularily remember my first week in January when I … Continue reading Babysitting my #DaysSober
Day 271. Nothing sings to me more than the sound of bagpipes. Deep rivers of Celtic blood course through me ... so maybe it’s in my DNA to love the wail and cacophony. The sound can be sad, joyful or announcing the beginning (or end) of something. Music in general matters deeply to me. When … Continue reading Bagpipes ….
Day 269. Though we've not met, I feel a kinship with Jen of Without Wine; she's just a few days ahead of me in sobriety (i.e. 273 days sober today - go Jen!!!). And what I find really interesting and astounding is how similar the path of sobriety seems to be for everyone. Sure, we're … Continue reading Those who go before us …
Day 266. Wish I could include a credit for this image, but can’t seem to locate the source. It speaks volumes to me. The new me is really the old me. In the image I see the old me re-emerging from a thick blanket of denial of my needs, of my true self, of self-medication … Continue reading Meet the new me, same as the old me