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Monday, April 4, 2011

8 Days No Headaches

No headache for the last 8 days. Not to say I did not have a few moments when going out and having one sounded real good to me.

My new Mantra is "Keep The Focus on Myself so I can Focus on my Future"

I've given away so much to drinking. I've given up a great deal of time that I spent on this earth.

I've gave up my financial security

I gave up my family and friends

I gave up my self respect and self worth.

Most importantly, I gave up my realtionship with God, Jesus Christ. That saddens  me so much how far away from him I moved

I've climbed out of the bottle now I want to embrace my life . To use the gifts that Gos has placed ion my life and to never ever forget again what I've been given and never throw it away just for a drink of poison

I can get so angry and sad but I have to move forward, and not let these feelings of regret over power me.

They can easliy do a number on me if I allow them.

My goal is  to live in love, peace and serenity

Friday, April 1, 2011

From Glass to Plastic

Every week when the sanitation department comes to pick up my garbage and recyclables, I usually winch as I hear all the bottles loading into their truck, as I'm quite sure my entire neighborhood hears them too .

What an awful sound that is all those bottles over filling one large receptacle clinking their way into the truck in those wee early hours of the morning. Smashing their way through the quietness of the morning as everyone sleeps so sound. I know they have to hear those bottles tumbling over one another and they have to know all the bottles belong to me, and that I drank them in a weeks time.

This morning was so nice, I switched my bottles for a healthier life style and all that was in my little recyclable bin were plastic yogurt  and cottage cheese cups.

What a quiet morning here on my block no cringing this morning, no worry about what the neighbors are hearing, no embarrassing as what the sanitation men think when they take the lid of my hidden secrets and pound them into their truck.

All was quiet, maybe the light sounds of plastic softly dropping in to the truck, I wouldn't know I over slept  I didn't hear a thing.

It is so much easier being sober .