I love books and I love libraries! Just walking into that quiet space, the smell of all the books, and the thought of all the knowledge and ideas is so peaceful to me. The wisdom and life experiences people have shared in their books are endless; high adventures of things I will never experience but
Today marks three months sober for me. As proud as I am, it’s been quite the journey so far. And yesterday was the closest I’ve come to kicking that fuckit bucket! But my sober momentum keeps me pointed in the right direction, with the help of this community no doubt. With that said, here’s my
One of the huge leaps toward sobrenity (that happy place in sober-serenity land) is discovering that the true rewards, the stuff that makes our spirits and bodies feel so very good, usually calls for some hard work. I know, I know, not what I wanted to hear, either. Sometimes that hard work is purely physical.
I’ve always identified as Irish because my parents told me I was a European Mut, but mostly Irish (even though ancestry claims I’m Scottish instead of Irish now 😂). Oh boy did I exploit the idea that being Irish meant I had a drinking gene. Drink for good, bad, boredom, etc etc … St Patrick’s day