| Growing up...
That was a big part of the fear of sobriety for me.
Loaded all the time, I didn't have to even think about the image, the signals I sent out.
I mean, when you learn to live with vomit on your shirt as a normal state of affairs, the rest of your existence is pretty much just background noise anyway...
But sober, it's a whole new ballgame.
I'm aware, painfully sometimes, that I have a place and time to fill in society, the world.
What do I want to project, what do I want my sobriety to look like, for the next alcoholic that might be thinking he's had enough?
Being sober means that I no longer live in a castle in Spain.
Warts and all, I am.
And loving it.
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