11.23.25
What a weekend. I can’t remember the last time I crammed this much into two days. And there’s no universe where I ever did this while I was drinking. Back then I would’ve said fuck it and stayed home, isolated, coming up with a hundred reasons not to participate in life.
I picked up Erica for the women’s meeting, which was nice because I had someone else to talk to on the drive. A little bit of girl time always feels good. Then Kendall and I went to the gun range. I don’t know if she originally went because she actually wanted to, or because she wanted to make sure I didn’t accidentally hurt myself or anyone else. Either way, it was good quality time together freezing our asses off and getting schooled by G.I. Joe. She said she had a great time and learned a lot too. Feisty is officially broken in, but we’ve still got a lot of getting used to each other left to do.
Kendall had to go do adult work and home stuff afterward, but I got to have dinner with two women I absolutely love. And all I wanted after that long day was to crawl into bed with the heater blanket on full blast, but I went to the 8 p.m. meeting because a friend was sharing his story.
I had a feeling we had that “COVID downfall” thing in common, like so many others. Not blaming the pandemic for my alcoholism. It’s just self-awareness how dangerous isolation is for me. Alcohol is cunning, baffling, and powerful, and it knows exactly when to slide back in if I let myself drift too far from people.
I’m heading into a short work week tomorrow, which usually means it’s going to be hell, but at least there’s a four-day weekend coming where I can catch up on everything I didn’t get to. I was too busy actually living my life… and I never thought I’d say that.
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