Thursday, March 15, 2012

One Day, When All of This is Better -

. . . you know the next few words: MAYBE I'LL HAVE A DRINK, or so I thought to myself, a few hours ago.  IF, and only if things get progressively better and there's like remarkably objective and true advancement, will I, one infinitely far day into the future, have a drink.  And before I could even complete the thought, my body slid into the negative space and said: Allow yourself one whole night of drinking.

And we all know the history that's being recreated with those thoughts, now, don't we?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I'm almost at my year mark now and I'm facing the same thoughts: I can already feel the lies seeping in. On the one hand, I want to finish off my year of sobriety and go ahead approach alcohol maturely and responsibly. But something tells me that it wouldn't be long before I was drinking every night again.