SUNDAY
For me, all the lofty words on the planet will remain mere lofty ambition if I fall back into the trap of believing I wasn't that bad or desensitising myself to what was my reality. It was dark. It was all smiles on the outside and fracture after wine-o-clock-addiction-o- clock on the inside. It was skin- crawling-anxiety at dawn and forensic examination over breakfast awaiting the cue's of my family to know whether I was good or bad last night……
It was EXHAUSTING. And yet no-one knew.
It was all contained within the walls of this life and this house. It was disconnection and diabolically hard to be me. Yet no-one knew. So you write and wonder what my word for the year is? If I get up each morning and CLAIM the day and PLEDGE to not today lady, not today, all else can spring forth as it is meant to. It won't always be perfect or easy but what I WILL BE is empowered by my sobriety so I can deal with all that 2023 flings at me. My word for 2023 is SOBER or as my friend Colleen says 'Son of a Bitch in the Emergency Room,' because that's where she and I will end up if we don't hold the word close.
| HOLA SOBER| IMADRID |
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