My recovery thoughts this morning.

When people ask me how many days I’ve been sober the response is usually the same: I don’t know. I refuse to count the days, instead, I’ll mark my sobriety in terms of years.

Speaking of years, I’m closing in fast on year number one. This isn’t my first time though; until my divorce five years ago I had accumulated almost ten years of abstinence from street drugs. Bottom line: I own my shit! I don’t blame my ex-wife or anyone else. This includes the many distributors of narcotics that I had surrounded myself with up until the end of last year. Anyone who blames the drug dealer is quite simply not prepared to take responsibility for their own actions and decisions.

I often hear sober people say: When you clean up everything will come back to you. That is a true statement. I’d like to add that I don’t want everything to come back to me. I’m building a new life on the rubble of my old life, and this new life of mine is pretty f*****g fantastic! All of this ties in with another piece that I posted [Careful What You Wish For].

Enough said 😉

Joseph
December 5, 2019

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