that time. My domain registry and blog renewal are coming up. As of November 24th,
this blog will expire.
One song at a time has been working well for me. On a personal note, I am now 1 year and 9 months clean and sober (as of yesterday). When this kind of sobriety mileage is achieved, it gets to be old hat. You start taking it for granted. It’s one thing to be sober for a few months. It’s one thing to be sober on and off. That’s little league sobriety. Big league sobriety is over a year. It’s being able to say years, plural. It’s doing the work continually, one day at a time. It’s not giving in or giving up or letting the “oh screw its” trip you up. It’s staring the roots of addiction in the face and doing the necessary work to figure out where they stemmed from and dismantling them, root by root.
of how far I’ve come. I’m proud of where I will be in another year. Because I
know there is no going back. Those dark, nightmarish years are in my past now. When
one can say it’s been more than a year, there is peace in that.
no matter what else may be going on, I feel some of that peace.
Today’s SOTD is one that makes me feel gratitude. Grateful for seeing myself through, one day at a time, safe and sound and sober. I first heard this song when I was still in the throes of tomboozery (so to speak). But I longed to be free of it. I missed the person I used to be. This song makes me think of that person and that time, not so long ago now.
This is Flogging Molly and Whistles the Wind. A good song to feel grateful to.
So yesterday was my birthday. The sun shone all day. Up my sleeve was my still healing sleeve. On my head was a fresh barbershop fade. My button down shirt was crisp. Friends took me out for lunch. I ate a lot and laughed a lot. It was a good day. One of those days where this classic ‘90s song comes to mind.
And yeah, I’m checking all the buckets for this one. Love, survival, sobriety. I’m feeling it all.
What’s more suitable for a Sunday than some old-school gospel? And who better to sock it to us than LaVern Baker. Put on your Sunday best and get ready to bang on your bass drum. Here’s LaVern and her song, “Saved.”