Today is my one year sober anniversary. It feels like a big deal to me, but oftentimes when I tell someone I’m a year sober*, they feel the need to say they know someone who’s been alcohol-free for like 37 years. As if in the grand scheme of boozy achievements, a year is small potatoes – I should keep my head down, be humble and treat today like any other day.
In my mind I envision this uniquely, wisely, perpetually, sober long-timer. A Yoda look-alike spouting aphorisms like Pinterest: “Endless tea-totaling you must,” or “Relapsing you will, if going to AA you don’t!” I’m a little envious.
There’s always someone with a bigger boat, right?
So, here I am with a year of sober days under my belt and a need to conclude, to wrap up, to make sense of the feelings I’m feeling. I don’t think another few years at this, or saying it ass-backwards will change the message much…
A year of sobriety has taught me:
I AM STRONG. I HAVE WILLPOWER.
SURRENDER IS NOT A NEGATIVE WORD.
PEOPLE ARE KIND.
SOBRIETY IS NOT ALL ROSES AND REGGAE.
This morning’s sunrise had a fitting, nostalgic feel – a 1950’s pink and grey. I’m going forward proudly into this day a little road weary. But hopeful. New found hopeful…
In my mind I envision this uniquely, wisely, perpetually, sober long-timer. A Yoda look-alike spouting aphorisms like Pinterest: “Endless tea-totaling you must,” or “Relapsing you will, if going to AA you don’t!” I’m a little envious.
There’s always someone with a bigger boat, right?
So, here I am with a year of sober days under my belt and a need to conclude, to wrap up, to make sense of the feelings I’m feeling. I don’t think another few years at this, or saying it ass-backwards will change the message much…
A year of sobriety has taught me:
I AM STRONG. I HAVE WILLPOWER.
SURRENDER IS NOT A NEGATIVE WORD.
PEOPLE ARE KIND.
SOBRIETY IS NOT ALL ROSES AND REGGAE.
This morning’s sunrise had a fitting, nostalgic feel – a 1950’s pink and grey. I’m going forward proudly into this day a little road weary. But hopeful. New found hopeful…
* It’s not like I’m shouting it from the rooftops or anything. I don’t tell grocery store baggers or strangers per se. But I chat on Twitter…
