I cannot betray today, the sober days leading up to now, this certain resiliency which I have somehow obtained, this gift. One drink would toss that all away. I'm invested in my sobriety now as I once was too invested in drinking as a means of self-definition. Moving forward in my sobriety actually feels good today, natural. My ever more painful relapses have brought me through these rings of fire to my current calm and sober place, a recovery enhanced by the routine miracle of breath.
Simon says, "Stay sober."
"Simon Says," the schoolyard game, "Drinking game... Over."
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Chapter 52)
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