I imagine my fear as a huge dragon that takes many different forms. Health scares with my children, relationship problems, death, work stress, my underlying value. The dragon has a different label, but it’s the same. And I am trying now, as a completely sober person, to stare it right in the eyes. I don’t want to let it chase me off. I don’t want to keep running forever or hiding in the forest or looking over my shoulder. I want to be able to stand out on the edge of the canyon and see it all. I want to feel free and strong, not held back by fear.
When I woke up this morning the second set of words I heard were, “Nothing tastes better than sober…” I had an odd experience on Saturday night. I was out at a club after a pretty stressful chain of events, an acquaintance turned to me and said, “Man today has been full on. Seriously. I
It was very hard to stop drinking. I was used to “doing”. I didn’t know how to relax. My relaxing came in a bottle and without it I had to figure it out a new way to live.
Tinkering around the edges of being sober is a very dangerous game to play. Give yourself a reason to drink, and you probably will
One day not too far from now you will wonder what happened to your life. Why you didn’t end up pursuing your dreams, or making more of your life. Taking chances and thinking ‘what the hell’. Loving more, Travelling more, Seeing more.What did that magic bottle hold? What grip did it take on your life. What promise did it really fulfill?