What it was like: What a sobering thought. I did ride those dangerous bikes, I did chase with the CHP on the LA Freeways. I did dance and fuck the years away with girls I never knew , but for that fucking experience, another high.
My biggest excursions from the past I used to have SOME memory of.
It did not scare me to wake up and not remember the night or day before.
Did not care about the headaches, or what people told me. Did not care if I went to work dizzy, if I went at all. I didn't care that my Mother and I , and her girlfriend were homeless and lived in a park near Disneyland. Didn't care that I made money from spending time...with older women in the Hollywood Hills.
It did not concern me that hanging and retching over some filthy stinking toilet bowl in any dirty bar I could get to,
if I was fortunate to make it that was not a normal thing when I drank. It just seemed to give me more room to drink again, when I woke up. At those times, I was the party animal, the social bad boy who could leap tall girls in a single bound. I was loved and I loved, or ...so I thought.
The startling pictures of me trapped beside a porcelain throne and the wall is one of my startling wake up photo's. They told me they wera about to call the fire department, because i was so stuck. They did not, but took the time to take pictures, and let me sleep it off right there. I never recalled it, but looked at the ugly pictures of a drunk and realized THAT WAS ME, and I did not look like I was having a good time.
I did care about the holes punched in walls, the wrath when i turned on those I loved, who took the blunt of the unhappy drunk. I did care about the money I wasted over many years, over many people. I did care when I caught my partner cheating on me and almost killed that other person. I moved out and left the house to her. I did care after another nasty breakup, that I had to file bankruptcy and I left her keep the house. Signed a Quit Claim deed for a dollar.
What it is like now:
Since then, the sober walk taught me, I can dance...even better, because I don't fall. I choose the time and place to crash. The memory isn't affected by alcohol and drugs, but..where DID I PARK my car, is a common thing I hear. Where my keys are is important..and what I had for dinner two days ago don't matter. If I forget your name, I may remember where we were, and what you were wearing.
and as for the Love/s in my life. I remember all the loving beautiful, and sexual creatures I have been blessed to be with. I found my bio-family to be accepting of who the sober me is. I found my chosen family to be the best people on the Planet, whether or not they are sober or not, and I get to be surrounded by those I choose. My Ex of 21 years, and I raised a beautiful daughter, who had a small wonderful wedding , and now 5 years later, I have two amazing, Grandkids.
I was able to go back to school and work, and back to school while I worked 3 jobs, and and, I loved school, so ..well two Master's Degrees later, I now enjoy the career path started after the USAF. I was helped by the strong character of a mother who got sober the same time I did. I had the help of loved ones that knew I could make it. Have healthy relationships with Ex's and my family/s.
Now, I just do the fun stuff, travel, do photgraphy, plant a garden, and mow the lawn, and move the rocks, and take fun sculpting and art classes for the fun of using the kiln and racks, and being with other artists.
I have a career that gives me joy, pleasure and helps others as I have been helped. Security of a job which I will choose the date when I leave. My own home in the safest city in America for the past 6 years, and many people in my life that are pure and sound, and loving. I have a girl I met on-line that adores me, loves writing and art too, accepts this LDR, and I adore in my own sobering selfish way-Plus she has been sober for over twenty years. She posts here, and other places every day in her giving back service to those that may join her on the path.
I am thrilled to be the designated driver. I am uplifted to travel and attend an AA meeting with total strangers , and feel at home, and who for that time are not picking up, offering hugs with no strings attached, and of course drink a cup of that famous AA coffee.
Tonight, I will take my chip from someone who is probably new to the program, and doing service because they were told it is good to do. Who is probably younger than the years I have been sober. They will be scared of someone with so many years, and don't know if they could ever do it. I will tell them.
Just For Today, we are sober together, and hope to see them again as we trudge this road of happy destiny. My God has blessed me in many ways, and for 12, 418 days, or 1072949261. 62 , 63 hearbeats i have been one of millions doing it One Day at a Time.....
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