6,935 Todays

It’s tempting to write, “It was a dark and stormy night,” a la Snoopy, or “I was born a poor, black child,” quoting Steve Martin in The Jerk.
Or maybe I should compose more serious words, something subtly Hemingway-ish.
I have no idea how to begin the first post of a brand new blog and I’ll admit that I’m nervous. I’m also a perfectionist and I want you to like me. I want my blog to drip with brilliant pearls of wisdom and have everyone who reads it write a glowing comment about my wisdom and insight.
I want, I want, I want . . . can you relate?
If you’re a person in recovery, I hope you can.
My desire (notice I didn’t say “want” again) is to share my recovery journey with you. I don’t have a desire to share a drunkalogue, although I’m a huge fan of speakers sharing their stories of what it was like, what happened and what it’s like now. Instead, I’d like to have an ongoing conversation about what works and doesn’t work in staying sober day-by-day.
B Here Today. Boil sobriety down and what’s left in the bottom of the pot is a glop of daily moments that sometimes needs seasoning, sometimes tastes just right and sometimes needs to be tossed in the trash. My glop, my choice.
Each day is filled with choices, isn’t it?
Today, May 20, 2010, is my 19th sobriety birthday and I am supremely grateful that the God of my understanding allowed me to make the choice to be here today.
What choices are you making today? Want to share?