Zen & the Art of Cleaning Up the Garage, Soberly
Zen & the Art of Cleaning Up the Garage, Soberly
Just got done, spent hours, sorting, organizing, discarding, remembering. I let it become a complete mess, just like my life had, drunk. Sober, I dove in and singlemindedly and mindfully did the deed. As it took shape I saw my life taking shape, being straightened up and put back together. At one point I found my little books, "Twenty-Four Hours a Day" and "The Little Red Book", and a 24 hour chip. I had gotten them years and years ago and I thought for a moment "if only I had...",or "What if I had...",envisioning the years of sobriety under my belt, minus all the accummulated agnony, grief, loss, etc. I had to let that thought go, it would be cazy making. I came back to the moment and place, in my clean garage, sober,right here, right now. It's all good. Namaste
Namaste I would have about 8+ years now if I had wanted to really quit when I went to my first meeting, but I was far from ready, I did not attend another meeting for 5 years until I went into detox. Those 5 years were the years that allowed me to firmly acknowledge that I had to stop or die. I needed those 5 years, I wish I hadn't, but I did, we all drink until we have had enough or we die.
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