repost: ninety days

I mentioned to someone yesterday that nearly five years later my first 90 days of sobriety were likely the roughest for me. This splendid post from the pickled pastor neatly sums it up.

the pickled pastor

I was told to look for the little things.
That they would be what mattered,
the moments I would remember.

But there are no little things.
Just these billboard-sized celebrations
marking my journey from nowhere.

Another hour.
A glimpse at love.
The comfort of warm slippers.

Who knew absence
would clutter up my life
with such all encompassing joy?

No nausea.
No tremors.
No regret.

Only hope
and the delightful buoyancy of being.

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I believe chocolate in virtually any configuration is the finest dessert in the history of mankind. I believe my wife is the sexiest woman in the world. I believe modern capitalism will never be replaced by a different -- or better -- form of economics. I believe in clutch hitting in baseball. I believe the Kimber 1911 .45 ACP is the finest handgun ever made in America. I believe the Mossberg Flex 500 pump-action 12 gauge shotgun is the best home defense ever made in America. I believe Tom Waits is the best songwriter of my generation. I believe unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. I believe in equality for everyone, except reporters and photographers. As CS Lewis once beautifully wrote, I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else. I believe that, on balance, Christianity has done more good for humans than bad. I believe it is better to tell the truth than a lie. I believe it is better to be free than to be a slave. I believe it is better to know than to be ignorant, With that being said, I believe there is a profound difference between knowledge and wisdom. Finally, I believe if I yell at the TV during a Colts game, they will play better.