F#ck me I’m 40 (and 7 months sober!)

I always imagined what my life would be like when I turned 40. What I would be like. Not surprisingly, it’s nothing like I’d imagined. I’m not either. I didn’t think I’d be separated, or back to apartment living—definitely not in the ghettoest-ass armpit of an otherwise desirable community—and I sure as HELL didn’t think I’d be sober. I thought my 40th would be one … Continue reading F#ck me I’m 40 (and 7 months sober!)

Kids these days

Drinking was fun for me and then it wasn’t. It became greedy, taking more than giving. Even so, I drank like a champion throughout my 20s and 30s. And with increasing frequency and secrecy. Drinking for “fun” usually meant: binging until my body physically said “no more” either by puking or passing out (or both), saying and doing stupid shit, blacking out, battling debilitating hangovers, … Continue reading Kids these days

I came, I saw, I conquered

Yesterday’s hike was challenging, but so rewarding. Like sobriety. In both cases, I had to start at the bottom and work my way up, overcoming obstacles along the way. Some parts were easy, some uncomfortable, and others flat-out difficult. I enjoyed the beauty of the journey; cascading waterfalls, huge granite boulders, and blooming wildflowers. It felt good to be alive, healthy, and strong. Really good. … Continue reading I came, I saw, I conquered