Until Hell Freezes Over

    The myth of Sisyphus, that eternal hell of pushing the exact same rock up the exact same hill, only to watch it roll all the way back down every time. There’s a whole lot of hell going on there, but at least Sisyphus knew the score. With alcoholism, I had too much at stake to admit this reality. The Legacy Effect: I had too much at stake. I had to put a higher worth on my worthless efforts. Protect what was destroying me because my identity was immersed in alcohol.

    I wonder if Sisyphus drank?

    Rolling Rock, no doubt.


from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 51)