Today (not yesterday as I thought and posted on the microblogging thing) is the first day of sobriety eight years ago. Waking up having finished the bottle of vodka the night before, feeling like shit, seeing that Bourdain killed himself the day before... well that was it.
Boom, done, no more.
8 years later, still sober. Less messed up than I have been in a better space, but still lacking confidence and still way to hard on myself.
The rest of the prints having shown up yet, but maybe they will get here someday.
Lots of things have ended for the season, trying re-calibrate. Going to make an attempt to ride smackdown today. We'll see how that goes, I'm guessing my fitness is pretty poor but gotta start somewhere. Fitness isn't zero but it is a long way from feeling good is my guess.
Need to add in a whole day on the bike at some point soon. Not sure when.
I did ride in the woods Saturday and Sunday after a long week and commuted yesterday and am feeling TIRED right now. I need some of that special fountain of youth energy. Or a Red bull (on top of all the coffee). But yeah - I'm yawning and shit.
Out of practice writing. Still recovering from all all the photography in Georgia and the editing and all that. Energy sapped.
But we keep putting one foot forward and we keep moving on.
heddwch
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PS - I did mean to get into more about the last 8 years sober when i started but maybe the post lunch food has made me even more tired and words just aren't flowing so - maybe later.
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