It’s never a good idea for me to sit alone too long with the voices in my head. But I arrived home a week ago and my wife is not due back until tomorrow so, alone and sat I have been. Thinking about the last two years of the whirlwind that has been my life. Thinking about the mundane - money, cleaning the apartment, family, blah, blah, blah - and the abstract.
One of my favorite mental cunundrums is vascillating between wishing I had gotten and stayed sober sooner, and the knowing that if I had my life would look very, very different than it does now.
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