Reflections. Connections. Fist fights outside of work and longer hours. Masks all day and the sauna that creates for the skull. No, you can’t use the bathroom. No, the cafe isn’t open. No, you can’t borrow tools. No, I can’t fix your bike for free. No, you can’t. No. No. No. I need you to step back. I need six feet please. I just need some space. Just give me some goddamn space.
Twenty years. It’s been almost twenty years since I’ve consumed a drop of alcohol. Twenty years. Everything difficult in my life has been done without the escape hatch known as liquor. It’s amazing. That’s the reflection. Reflecting on twenty years of just the act of getting sober and having a kid and getting married and having two more kids and buying a house and buying another house and going bankrupt and getting divorced and moving across the country and moving back and changing careers and having nothing and starting over and being lonely and just wanting someone to understand but not being able to manage the emotional seas connected to living through everything without a crutch. Living through everything at full speed and having my wages garnished for the last twenty years. Living through all of that and constantly trying to work to be a better, more aware human and all the while just wanting to be held and told that everything is going to be just fine. It’s why I tried to climb under the couch those nights in New York. I just wanted to be held. Oh well. Time goes. It just does. It moves forward and I wake up and I do my best and try to do right by others and I try to stay positive and I do a good job of it. I do. Everything is exactly as it should be and I haven’t drank in twenty years.
Twenty motherfucking years. That’s a long ass time to show up as who I am in every situation. It’s a long time to not be affected by a liquid…so when I see other people show up affected it bothers me because I no longer understand it. I don’t get the affect. I don’t get the effect. It no longer makes sense to me and it doesn’t have to.
This is all just me processing stuff and thinking about how I got here in this moment.