Choices. That’s essentially what life boils down to. Today was St Patricks Day. I’m a 30 year young recovering alcoholic. I had many choices today. I could have got up and, after 15 months sober, taken a drink and be dead or institutionalised within 6 months. I could have stayed home all day hiding and being miserable about not being able to drink, when the whole world seemes to be at it today . Or I could could get out and enjoy the millions of options I have now that I’m free.
So, today I got up, got dressed and took part in a 10km road race. I loved it. I was tired and soaked and sore and free. I ate pizza and watched tv with my family. I spent an hour with other drunks sharing stories.
Family, living and being part of something bigger. They are the things I choose today. Because I don’t have to drink anything is possible every day.
Today wasn’t perfect but damn it was close.