It was a whirlwind up to and past 30 days clean, no lie–being tired all the time, smelling the fruity green around work, and being thrown back to the doctor’s office for some meds. Finding my true friends and reconnecting with family is a joy. Sober friendships are a new thing that set an abounding future in sight. I believe I’m heading on a clear pathway to real, sustainable goals. Writing remained a fancy while stoned. I did write, but I could only write from within a very limited cloud.
This blog has changed course, and I’m not sure about a specific purpose in it. I love sharing for people to read. My old/new intention in my writing is back to creative writing–that story I’ve kept locked deep below the pit within my heart. I have the gift of writing. It was my first dream as a boy, and I never let it go, though the thread stretched pretty thinly and almost broke in my deep depression.
Today I battle to remain constantly productive, not just with my dream, but also in producing the life I want now. Turning corners is a present passion. I view everything as an opportunity, mostly generated by everyone in my life. The aim is to take everyone with me to a higher plane of existence. This is spirituality and science–“match your thoughts with the reality you want to manifest” (roughly A. Einstein), and it works. I’m lucky to have the merit to have found the greatest spiritual practice for myself.