Memories
I had a bit of an accident last week and have been off work since. I went to my doctor's surgery today to get some voltarol for the pain and as my wife has the car I wlked there and back. I was walking along and passed an old friend's house where, in drink, I made a complete ass of myself on more than one occasion. My consistently bad behaviour led to the loss of that friendship.
The true horror of my actions flooded in and I felt just so embarrassed and pathetic as I was walking along. This was in strong contrast to my feelings on the matter when I was drinking. At that time I thought it was their loss but now I see that the fault was all mine.
I try to live in the now rather than dissecting all my yesterdays but today it was hard. I suppose in a way a dose of truth and honesty will do me more good than an alcohol fuelled sense of my own self-righteousness.
I know we all have skeletons in our cupboards and I am interested to learn how you deal with yours.
Michael