This is what I say to the young Jewish boy wondering what I have done with his years. It is in his name that I speak to you and that I express to you my deepest gratitude. No one is as capable of gratitude as one who has emerged from the kingdom of night. We know that every moment is a moment of grace, every hour an offering; not to share them would mean to betray them. Our lives no longer belong to us alone; they belong to all those who need us desperately. - Eli WieselRead More
I had my last last drink on April 13, 2013.
There is no way to describe what has happened in those months since. As far as I'm concerned, my life can be cut up into two boxes. The life before I learned what it meant to not drink, and the life after. The former a slow progression through a tolerable life with a severe longing for something more and a clear sense of never having or being enough. The latter not just the escape from that…the latter truly the having of things that I had always assumed were just not for me.
What unfolded was something beyond my wildest dreams. What unfolded was what happens when you decide for you and only you, and when you clear the space to make YOU happen.
Whatever benefits alcohol seems to provide I assure you they are trite in comparison to the possibilities of the life that stands beyond. Saying goodbye to the junk was saying goodbye to the life I had accepted as good enough and hello to a life that continues to unfold in magical, reality defying ways.
If you are looking for a little inspiration of what is on the other side...read these 19 things I have done in 19 months.
On Saturday I walk out of my room here in Rome at 4pm, on my way out the door to start my day after waking up at noon. Loud audible sigh of disappointment, dramatic entrance to the kitchen, I look at my flatmate with big guilty eyes. "I'm LAZY." He laughs. "Yes, I know." Internal scream, I roll it back. "NO I'M NOT. I'm resting. I worked 80 hour weeks on 5 hours of sleep. For years. I DESERVE THIS. God and Rome want me to sleep. You don't understand." He laughs as he walks out the door. I hear him laughing down the 10 flights of stairs to the street on his way to being productive.
Me, lazy? I was kidding. He was not.Read More