Ode to Joy
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Ode to Joy
This morning I took the back way to the barn. Driving with the holiday music station on, I was flanked on one side by a forest of eucalyptus trees and, on the other, by rolling hills. The sun was shining and the air had that invigorating, crisp fall texture. Suddenly, I found myself crying and realized that it was from sheer joy. I then remembered a similar experience in a dance class when I was very young. I started crying from sheer happiness. The teacher asked me if someone stepped on my toe and I murmured no. I remember feeling embarrassed by these surges of joy as a child, especially around my mother, who told me I felt too much.
What a gift sobriety has given me, to reconnect with these feelings. Something to truly be grateful for this Thanksgiving weekend.
PS: You’ll laugh: when I first typed this I wrote that I took the back way to the bar, not the barn! That AV tries to sneak in there any way it can.
What a gift sobriety has given me, to reconnect with these feelings. Something to truly be grateful for this Thanksgiving weekend.
PS: You’ll laugh: when I first typed this I wrote that I took the back way to the bar, not the barn! That AV tries to sneak in there any way it can.
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SoberD, I'm very new in this myself: Saturday will be 60 days. It is sort of amazing how quickly the joy has returned and makes me wonder, why didn't I do this earlier? I suppose it was, in part, because I didn't realize that the alcohol was making me feel so bad; I assumed I was drinking because I felt so bad. What a vicious circle.
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