Tomorrow never comes
As a drunk I lived in a permanent state of "tomorrow I will ______ ." No matter the retching vomit in the office bathroom after a meeting, regardless of the shame and pain, fights, embarrassments, fear - I would tell myself at some point during the day, I'll just have another night of drinking tonight, tomorrow I'll get sober.
Even in the 3am bouts of pure, unadulterated, panic-laced anxiety I told myself, tomorrow is the day.
What I didn't acknowledge is the logical impossibility of tomorrow. It never came. It never comes. It is always today. I can only work with today, I can only be here today, I can only choose not to drink today.
Finally, I'm here today, sober as a bird.