sobriety.revelations.reckoning
Even though this blog began as a recording of days, I rarely talk about sobriety. Part of that is because while I’m abstaining from drinking, smoking and social media, but I’m still a fan of the green stuff. Another reason is, it just feels anticlimactic. When you’re immersed in booze life it’s easy to see […]
I was at Walmart buying produce today. I was tired and didn’t feel like weighing everything and looking up bar codes so I avoided the quicker route of self check out. It was busy. I got on a line and not 3 minutes later the light in the lane next to me flashes on. Serendipitous. […]
It was the weirdest thing. At over six months sober, cigarette, and social media (for the most part) free, I had the strongest freakin’ urge to smoke this morning. Something about the cinnamon coffee vapors hit me as I saw a coworker sneaking out the fire door to puff; I thought damn, I could go […]
For some reason tragic things usually happen in my life over the holidays. 2006 my mom nearly died. 2007 my best friend did die. 2017 Jazz went over rainbow bridge. And last year? Let’s just say I wasn’t in a very positive headspace. Christmas 2020? The jury is still out, but we’re hopeful cuz ain’t […]
About two years ago I traveled 3 hours to go see my biodad. I had absolutely no desire to; but my partner at the time was in the same field as my affluent step mother; it seemed stupid not to utilize a professional resource. He lived about .3 miles to the ocean on Vero Beach, […]
I have a clear and concise vision regarding what I’m about to write, other times, like now, I just really don’t like the vibe of the last blog and feel the need to clear the air. Burn some sage, cinnamon incense. Do a few smoke rituals, scatter a handful of crushed herbs, purify crystals. Re […]
About 7 years ago I ordered some addiction memoir off of Amazon. Pre kindle, I awaited it’s snail mail arrival. When the package came, it was a pastel hardcover called Attitudes of Gratitude. I was perplexed; figured it was a mix up with the barcode. Putting it in the mail to return, I was annoyed […]
