Sometimes

On the edge of now between yesterday and tomorrow. Between vigilance and calm. Between fear and doubt. I seek balance, not on a tightrope, but balance on a "broad highway". Less extremes, more serenity. Give me that. It's that that I seek. No more next drink. No next drink.
　　 More of this. Just this. This.
　　 Some people hide behind their bottle far beyond the scope of their addictions. Some people hide within the rooms of recovery far after their obsession to drink leaves them. Sometimes, I am some people, too.

from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Chapter 68)