I’m starting this blog journey on the eve of my half-birthday in my 55th year. Not literally. It’s actually about 10 days away. Close enough. I write in my head, unendingly. I can’t stop. That said, nothing is written down. Topics, upon stories, upon experiences, upon opinions are forever gone. Honestly, I think the little niggle in the middle of my brain that tells me, “for fuck sake go write it down,” just got a little more niggle-y this time. So here we are.

I’m a recovering person. Addiction. It’s easier to tell you what I’m NOT addicted to than what I am. I’m like a recycle bin. Something, thrown in my direction is folly for obsession. That is how addiction manifests in me. First, it’s a trial, then it becomes a ritual, and next (and quickly) an obsession aka addiction. Whatever I dip my toe into, has the potential to become an addiction for me. My brain does not embrace, assimilate, or even comprehend the concept of moderation. So that’s a little bit about me.

I’m just hoping there are readers out there that can relate to my thinking. I can’t possibly be the only one, right? I jest, I know my tribe. We are everywhere. “Yale to jail” our disease does not discriminate. However, I don’t want to focus my new blog journey on the business of disease, but rather the delight of living. I spent far too many years dwelling in the rut I called a life. I’m channeling all the energy that I spent looking for my next drink, next escape, into forward momentum. That’s not to say I’m cured or healed. I’m in a perpetual state of healing in so many colors, depths, and illuminations.

So thank you for reading this short introduction into my next move. The move into putting all down. And so, it is written.

xo,

S