They say you should remember your last drink, but I was a messy, blackout, bottle-slugging drunk, so ‘drinks’ were just formalities – things I had in public when trying to convince you that I could drink like a gentlewoman. What I (constantly) did in my own time involved a steady flow of liquor where ‘drinks’ were kind of undefinable. So I don’t remember my last drink. But, as long as I live, I’ll never forget those liquor counters.
If I ever doubted that the promises are real and do come true, the events of this week would make a believer out of me. Ten years ago, none of this would have been possible. Nor would my perception be acute enough to appreciate the exquisite nature of divine wisdom.
Sobriety is wonderful. Books are wonderful. So it stands to reason that sobriety books are uber-wonderful! Earlier this week, we published Volume III of my Kindle series, Think Right Into Limitless Sobriety, which is available for FREE on Amazon through Saturday. Today, we are also re-posting a list of memoirs by sober women curated from the blog at Anaheim Lighthouse.
Turn up the volume. Today, something a little different! To those who have been following along – thank you so much, and please take a brief minute to watch this short video clip that introduces my brand-new Kindle book, Think Right Into Limitless Sobriety Volume III, which is now available on Amazon – and it’s FREE through Saturday!
Early in my sobriety I began to realize that God was the things, or in or behind the things, or had created the things, that I’d loved my whole life. Bach cantatas, all flowers, all birds. The man or woman who suffered and who didn’t complain and who tried to help the next person. Oh—that’s God. The blue heron. The trees that changed color in fall . . .
When I first stopped drinking, I was unaware that it could be possible to enjoy things without alcohol or drugs. The alcohol was the centerpiece of any event I attended, and procuring it or making sure it was available was the first order of business. How wonderful to know that my full sensory enjoyment of simple things has magnified so much more than anything I thought was fun in my blurry, boozy haze of pseudo fun.
Having a problem with alcohol doesn’t always mean that your life crumbles into nothingness. It can look incredibly high functioning too. It can paint its nails and piece together super fun outfits, get a promotion or be a busy mom driving her kids to a plethora of after school activities. Alcohol can be all those things and still be an issue.
As I look forward to the sweet and spooky days to come, it is the perfect time to stand calm and courageous. I boldly remove my mask and let my light shine like the warm glow of an October sunset. Any fears and beliefs that no longer serve me gently fall away like leaves fluttering to the ground. I am grateful to know that I am in the perfect place. I know that what falls away gives space for new growth that will come at the perfect time.