"Memory-go-Rounds"

Morning Meditation:

 

    The choice is mine: One Day at a Time or One Nightmare All the Time.

 

    I’m on “Antiques Roadshow.” Waiting to be authenticated. I’m not in my original package, so I’m sure to be worth less, if not worthless.

  “Hell is other people,” as the existential philosophers love to say. And then, there’s safety in numbers for those like me, with this addiction to alcohol. The wolf of my disease wants to separate me from the crowd. “Divide and conquer,” my disease says.

   "Shut up, Jim," I say to myself.

   I'm off to my 8AM 12-step meeting.

from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 86)