60 years, 8 months & 1 day – Out of the womb.
60 years, 8 months & 1 day – Struggling to survive.
43 years, 9 months, 1 week & 2 days – Left the parental home.
38 years, 4 months, 3 weeks & 4 days – Walking with God
37 years, 7 months, 2 weeks & 5 days – Being a dad
36 years & 11 months 2 weeks & 5 days – Going out with Carina
26 years, 11 months & 2 weeks – Married to Carina
25 years, 10 months, 3 weeks & 2 days – Freelance
15 years, 6 months, 2 weeks & 6 days – Hiker & wild camper
10 years, 10 months, 1 week & 3 days – Saved by Mountain Rescue
8 years, 11 months, 3 weeks & 3 days – Cannabis-free
7 years, 10 months, 2 weeks & 2 days – Nicotine-free
3 months, 2 weeks & 3 days – Alcohol-free
3 weeks & 2 days – Chocolate-free
As I sit here tapping away at keys, I have reached the ripe old age of 110 days in this new and strange world where beer and wine no longer form the currency of my everyday reward and self-expression.
Or, said in another way, Fuck! I’m sober and fully present. How did that happen!!?
Despite the expletive, I am exceedingly happy with this state of affairs.
My sobriety, and this time around (for I have attempted this before), has become something I care enormously about.
This might sound crazy, but I will liken it to the birth of one of my beautiful children.
It arrived in my world, and I immediately knew that life would never be the same again (in a good way! LOL). It was small and beautiful and oh-so-delicate in its neonatal state.
It has all the needs associated with a new-born, and I have no difficulty stepping up to the plate and committing myself to its cause.
I will protect it from harm and nurture it to achieve its full potential.
I will clothe it, particularly in the early days, as I present it to my friends and family who might struggle to fathom the consequence of this new arrival.
I will educate and help it understand its extraordinary place in my world and heart.
I will big it up, encourage it, and felicitate it as it hurdles obstacles.
I will love it. I already do.
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