In my post a few days ago I said that I wasn’t sure why I was ruminating on my strange lack of association with the concept of early sobriety. Denial, I guess, though it doesn’t have all the bells and blinking lights I associate with big-D denial.
I think the reason the realization was important is that I am reminded that I really need to slow down. I have it in me, at last, to slow down, and there is person-less space around me right now that puts slowing down within reach. (Not cat-free, but human-free — the way I like it!) I have grown and gotten many many insights over the last two or three years, but there is still a lot of healing left to happen. The “old pro” silliness stands in the way of that. A lot of gears in me got rusted by the damn alcohol. Pardon what has to be a chemically inaccurate metaphor.