Ahoy old friends,
The gelatinous goo is sharply falling by the wayside, and the calmness of graduate life is gently setting in. Have I graduated from sobriety? No; just from a masters degree program that was completed by a combination of showing up for class and doing my homework. This is a similar recipe for success in sobriety. Go to secret anonymous meetings, and do your step work. (Call sponsor). Today I depart for a short stint in Hawaii, in a home full of drug and alcohol consumption (read Grandma's house). But one day at a time I will not be partaking in the general inebriation. Life is good. So much to be grateful for, high on the only drug you don't come down from, sobriety. Real life shot into the main vein of consciousness. Trudging on and sending blessings from the Ghost faced bandit.
Aho,
The Goose Wrangler.
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