I’m still here! So busy. It’s got to stop.
While I’m still sober, I miss my “old” sober kite–the one that was me, up high and coaxing my own path through the sky. Right now, I’m buried in the mud of transition, and while it’s been mostly smooth, it still feels thick. And foggy a lot of the time.
I’ve been here for about 10 weeks, and my back-to-the-rat race lifestyle is finally catching up with me–too tired to wonder anymore, too busy running to notice that I’m missing the phases of the moon.
I’m moving along, though, and toward a goal that inevitably had to be set. I have thought about drinking more than once, and that sort of sucks. To me, it’s representative of how happy, fulfilled, inspired I feel–or don’t. I felt like I owned my life and my happiness 10 weeks ago; now, not so much. I’m not sure what to do about that.
I really just wanted to post quickly–and at last!–tonight to let you know that I’m here, doing pretty well (the fears I had didn’t materialize, so there’s that!). More soon, I hope!