Sometimes I think I am so funny! (My Loved One just doesn’t always think so. LOL) That’s okay. I think a person must make themselves laugh. As I go through my day, I think of things in a strange way, my way, and in doing so, I am happy.
On this journey of learning who I am, without numbing myself with alcohol, I see things more clearly. I see things with love, with grace. I see things with a calm joy. Not a jumping around joy, but a steady joy.
I wonder if part of my drinking problem was a part of my “high, low” personality. I tend to be in a sprint or crashed. Learning to be in the middle is a bit tricky. I like the rush of the high and hate the low. The middle always seemed boring. Drinking helped fuel the “high”.
Now I am slowly learning a different pace. It’s a good one. The middle is becoming nice. It’s peaceful. This is the quiet joy. It’s in this place I laugh!