What if I’ve made a mistake? Maybe I don’t have a real problem with booze. Maybe it’s a false alarm. Maybe I over-reacted.
Could happen, right? Well, no. Not really. People don’t generally accidentally mistake themselves for alcoholics. If you think you might be, then you…….Well, it’s not for me to say.
I can say this. I’ve never accidentally thought I might be anorexic. Well, because I’m not. I’ve never wondered if I might have a gambling problem. Well, because I don’t. I’ve never mistakenly sought help for porn addiction. You get the picture.
I sought sobriety because because I needed it.
Just for The hell of it though, let’s say maybe I made a mistake. I need something to write about.
So I’m on the wrong bus. I got on the sobriety bus by mistake. I still have a seat on the party bus. Turns out I don’t have a problem with booze. It wasn’t me. Maybe it was the nitrates. Maybe it was my hormones. Maybe it was the full moon. Maybe quitting was a mistake. Maybe I just needed a little break. I can get back on the party bus. Just suppose.
Well, here’s the thing. Even if I made a mistake, I like the bus I’m on. I don’t wanna get off. I like how I feel, I like the people I’ve met and I like where I’m going.
I saw a thing on Pinterest that summed it up pretty well. I’m not going to re post it though. Because I’m still new to the blogging scene and I don’t fully understand all the rules. I’m not exactly sure about copywriting and all that jazz. So, I worry. I worry that if I re post something I’m not supposed to, I’ll end up in Danbury. Where Martha went. I’ll be in prison with Teresa from the housewives. For what? Copywriting stupidity. Jeanne and Teresa sitting in a cage. Oh, Hell no!
So I’m not re posting the thing I saw on Pinterest. I’ll tell you the gist of it though. It was something like…
I’d rather go through life sober
Mistakenly thinking that I’m an alcoholic
Than to go through life drunk
Trying to convince myself that I’m not
Yeah, that’s where I stand on it. I really dig the whole sobriety thing. It’s better than I ever imagined it would be. I just wish I started sooner. Thirty something years ago would have been nice.
And so, I choose not to waste time nit-picking over what qualifies me to be here. I’m here. It’s no mistake. I’m exactly where I should be and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
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