There comes a time when you need to stop reading, reliving ‘bad’ stories, and instead pick up the pen and write your own story. The new story. The one that’s waiting inside of you. The story of you.
Sobriety is like a gift you get to open every day. Oh, look it’s you. It’s you. You again. The present is you. The gift is you.
Not sure what you’re waiting for. Stop reading the news, it’s bad for you (even the Guardian newspaper thinks so). Stop reading horror stories. Give it all the fuck up. Politely say “I’m sorry, I don’t do crappy-shitty anymore.” Say it to your sister.
As you feel yourself leaning away, distancing yourself, saying “I’m not as bad as her, I don’t really need this, I’m probably a normal drinker, I never really tried to moderate” … well, think again.
Hate to point out the obvious, but you’re reading a sober blog.
People who don’t think about booze aren’t here right now. Yeah. Look around. It’s just you and me, two people who think too much about booze. It’s our mashed potatoes. It’s our go-to-default-one-size-fits-all solution for everything. Happy, sad, mad, glad, Tuesday = booze. Bored? Don’t know what to do with my life? Booze. Snowstorm? Booze. Sunshine? Booze. Can you see how ridiculous this is? It’s clearly ridiculous. Clear.
And there’s this gift right there. It’s you. You are the gift that you get to open every day. It’s like Christmas all the time. And what are you doing? You’re looking around trying to find a way to fuck it up. Honestly.
Superman isn’t coming. It’s up to you. You get to take care of you. And it’s about time.