I'm one month and 23 days sober, or 54 days, or 1296 hours, or 77,760 minutes, and I'm not even going to give you the seconds, because who's really counting? I have a sponsor (two, actually), going to meetings (about two per day), reading literature daily, and am working on my Fourth Step. I'm attending a Fourth Step workshop. I will complete my Fifth Step in three weeks.
I'm living alone in my own apartment in The Twin Cities. I could not handle yet another sober house. It's a fully furnished one-bedroom with a balcony and a view. My daily routine consists of making coffee, reading literature on the balcony, chores, then breakfast. I plan out my morning meetings before I do anything. I find it easier that way; plan sobriety before life. Well, I guess that's not completely true; I put coffee before sobriety. :) That's why I own a drip coffee maker and an espresso machine, which I'm going to use to make a café latté right now...Ah, much better.
I got my driver's license back three years ago from a DUI almost a decade earlier and haven't driven drunk since. I've owned a car for over a year; my first since. It's an older car, so I've been putting a lot of work into it. Just installed new tires. I like working on my car. My life has changed tremendously since owning a car. I originally bought it as an accessory to my camera bag, but it's been so much more since. For one thing, it's no excuse not to make a meeting.
All the photographs on this website, with the exception of I think a few when I was without camera, are my own photos. However, since this is an anonymous blog, I can't put my name to them. And, in fact, I cannot share my photography portfolio with this blog, nor these blog photos with my portfolio. When I take a photo for this blog, it's meant exclusively for this blog alone. I love photography even more now. I now own a DSLR camera and have been putting it to good use, as you will see here.
I do have a lot of drunk history to catch up on, but not on my first post in years. A little of what's been going on lately. I have neighbors who drink heavily here. An old drinking buddy drunk dialed me two days ago, called me a fat bastard, laughed, then hung up. This came as somewhat of a surprise, since he was last in rehab. His treatment girlfriend messaged me on Facebook and told me he was kicked out of treatment. I'm not too surprised.
I make a little money driving people around and doing store runs. Speaking of which, my downstairs neighbor Larry just called. He fell off the wagon and needs me to make a Hudson run for a case of beer. I don't mind, since it keeps me in gas money.
I will be updating this blog often from now on. I already have tomorrow's blog post draft in my head. Comments are greatly appreciated.
-- Without Wax