Crossroads

I seem to be approaching the present moment at times, like an airplane coming in for a landing. The present moment has always been here, but my alcoholic auto-pilot just never knew that, saw that, felt that.

Getting sober takes time.

Humble. Thankful. Grateful. Alive.

That drink is dead. Long live this drunk.

I cannot live this alone, but most certainly I can die this alone. I did not drink alone. The drink drank with me. The drink is the company I can no longer keep.

Evening Meditation:

The fox runs after his dinner, the rabbit runs for his life. I was the dog seen chasing his tail. That's addiction. That was my life.

from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 86)