How often must I visit the past before it becomes a repetitive obsession, a nightmare in its own right?
I do not know. And equally clearly, I am sure that at some point I must let go.
There are lessons to be learned and behaviors to be unlearned.
I paddle my canoe into my past, explore that land of half-memories, collecting and recollecting.
Surely, quietly, I take this oar and push off that shore and paddle, presently, into the unknown future.
I am so glad I did not even think to drink today.
"Life is a wonder to behold." - Emerald Rose Whipple
This, though true, Emerald Rose, for me, at least, Life is a greater wonder to behold when I am not holding alcohol in my hand, when the Grand Canyon in my mind has been drained of the flow of alcohol, when a steady hand let's go of my oar and sober, silent and still, I behold.
Nothing matters more than that we remain sober because when we remain sober everything matters more.
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