Top Pick

I have always said if I was ever stranded on a desert island, the person I would pick to be with is my husband.  I still feel this way.

That is all.

Too Much

Good God, where did the time go?  I just sat down to check out a little Facebook, my sober peeps, and ended up two hours later trying to read the entire Momastery blog in one sitting.  Can I just say I'm addict? Email, Facebook, internet...! Is anyone else addicted?  How do I make it stop?!!!

It's Me, Again...

Sunday I celebrated 30 days of sobriety, again.  Well, I didn't exactly celebrate; I remembered I hadn't had a drink in 30 days, again.  Truth be known, and I don't mind saying, I haven't had a drink since January 14th but I did have a small slip July 4th.  Long story, but I crumbled under pressure and tasted a beer so my friend would stop bugging me to experience the deliciousness.  It wasn't that delicious, I don't even like beer, it didn't even amount to a sip, and it fucked me up mentally for a week.  I went back and forth about whether it counted and got different opinions from sober folks I asked.  Ultimately I decided to count it so I wouldn't feel like a liar every time I proclaimed my sober time.  Only now I punctuate my sober time with "well really I have x months, if you don't count that slip."  Not sure which is sillier, but I feel better with the latter.  I guess I'll keep doing this until the "again" goes away.

So today, I am happy to be 31 days sober, again, and glad I am not drinking, but I do not want to do the work.  I don't want to go to my favorite meeting, and I don't want to think about drinking or not drinking.  I just want to be.  My sponsor is out of the country so I can't talk to her, but I know what she would say and I hardly ever call her anyway, when she is available.  Boo Hoo.

That is all.