"Implosions"

Evening Meditation:

    I tended to believe in my expectations, in the good times drinking promised to deliver as it once had done. I accepted what I wanted to believe. But the cold, hard facts were that the results of drinking, that eventual brick wall, did not and could not and now never would, live up to my expectations. Expectations and I got smashed. We, oui and whee!

    “The way to love anything is to realize it might be lost.”

G. K. Chesterton

Question for Today:

    What signposts did I pass by on my alcoholic highway? What wouldn't I ignore for one more for the road?

 

from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 46)