Labor of Love

WAKING UP SOBER…

…many days in a row now, nearly a month even, feels surprisingly and refreshingly wonderful. Moments of boredom or frustration tantalize with the old story of “just a few won’t hurt”, then I bring to mind the many events, too many to name, that have begun this journey of sobriety. I sometimes literally shake it off, out of my head, then distract myself with something positive, and am ultimately happy that I have forgone yet another craving/temptation.

Waking up sober…
…means waking up to a full memory of the night’s events, perhaps UNevents, even still, so nice. For a while now, I’ve been choosing stability and tranquil over unpredictable craziness, so it only makes sense that sobriety would eventually follow suit. What a wonderful feeling to know that I have pissed no one off in some drunken tantrum, and the friends I have today will be there tomorrow. To recall that I have not used words to hurt those I truly care for… to know I have disrespected no one, including myself.

Waking up sober…
…is still a daily choice… a process started without any guarantees or foresight into probable success. What I keep in the forefront of my mind is all the above positive, which proves to reinforce my steps and guide me, day in and day out. Knowing that I set forth on this path not alone steadies me when I feel shaken… Thanks are to God and those who have had faith enough to see me through the rough spots, and who can now enjoy the fruits of their labors of love.