three hundred twenty two

 


There are days I hate this word.....

I have made no secret that I am a sober alcoholic but I don't wear it on my sleeve. I certainly don't point fingers at anyone who can enjoy alcohol like a normal person. If a person can't I'll gladly share with them what I did to get sober.

There is no value in pointing fingers, feeling superior or preaching AA. All I know is my sobriety has given me a way to navigate life and have a great deal of peace and serenity. 

I'm writing this a few months before a mid-term election so the media and politicians are in full crisis mode. There is always spin but the country is in a real mess that can't be hidden.

Like the AA's 10th Tradition I try not to bring politics or other outside interests into my bicycle blog. However the stress meter is being turned up by foolishness or purpose. 

I am riding and getting in better shape but because of circumstances I can't do a long multi state ride for the foreseeable future, but the bike and gear are here when I need it. 

I spend my days with the ups and downs of my moods. Like everyone I have good days and bad days but now I have tools for living and many more good days then bad. I am very fortunate to have over 32 years of sitting in church basements with other sober alcoholics sharing the burdens and pleasures of life.

This sharing thing works even here, from the moment I began to write I have gone from hating this word to celebrating it. 

At 71 I realize life is very short. As the saying goes life sucks then you die, but if you don't live it alone life can be pretty awesome.