I woke up this morning, glad for another day. I thought about how much fun I’d have, I wondered what would pop up for work. I thought about my wife and how much I love her, then about my daughters. I wrapped the thought process up by thanking God for being on the right side of the grass, pumping air.
This isn’t to say life is perfect or even that even the next six months is all that clear – for me, it’s not. As long as I remember what’s important, that if I remain sober today and simply concentrate on doing the next right thing at any given moment, my chances for continuing to live a life that’s happy, joyous, and free are excellent.
It didn’t used to be like that. I used to wake up in bondage. My existence revolved around my next high. I was a loser, in every sense of the word, and I was miserable for my consistent poor choices which usually meant choosing getting drunk or high over anything sensible. The misery was oppressive.
And whenever I want that misery and bondage back, all I have to do is pick up a drink or drug. I’ll be miserable shortly thereafter.
Every day I have a choice, and thankfully it’s an easy one today.