What I don't miss. . . . . . .
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Speaking of which
I can well remember, regrettably turning up just before opening time a my local supermarket one bright, sunny morning to see3 - 4 people ahead of me, not normally seen there. Who immediately the doors opened brushed everyone aside and dashed to the aisles displaying the booze who when I caught up with them with my modest shopping basket of groceries were all clutching huge bottles of cheap cider or super strength lager ton their chests and remembering my own early morning trips to shops that opened at 6am to sell booze and all the horror that lay in wait for me and thinking,'There but for the grace of God go I.'
It was a very humbling experience...
It was a very humbling experience...
Yes! Thanks for reminding me..... morning trips to the grocery store, worried about who I'm going to run into and how I'm going to explain buying a bottle of wine at 8am.
My go-to story was usually "picking up some stuff for the bbq/party this afternoon".
I don't miss that at all.
Thanks...
Love this thread, there's so much on it that resonates with me and constantly reminds me that sobriety is a gift, even 10 years on in sobriety...nice to see you SoberLeigh...thanks...
Redmayne just mentioned my avatar in a PM.
Red, I chose this avatar because, to me, the girl has either (1) just put her umbrella down because she has left the storm behind her, or (2) she has just entered a place so bright that her eyes are overpowered by a light so bright that she needs to shade them a bit from the extraordinary brightness.
Red, I chose this avatar because, to me, the girl has either (1) just put her umbrella down because she has left the storm behind her, or (2) she has just entered a place so bright that her eyes are overpowered by a light so bright that she needs to shade them a bit from the extraordinary brightness.
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This particular forum is helpful on weekend nights where I'm feeling the odd twinge of loneliness or missing out on something. It's easy enough to long for a "fun" Saturday night but takes effort to remember the Sunday morning not only 12 hours later. I don't miss those mornings.
I especially don't miss the dull persistent ache in my right side. I don't miss wondering if I'm literally at death's door. I can sacrifice a moment or two of "missing out" to gain that kind of peace of mind.
I especially don't miss the dull persistent ache in my right side. I don't miss wondering if I'm literally at death's door. I can sacrifice a moment or two of "missing out" to gain that kind of peace of mind.
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