BY ZACH NELSON of The Napkin Chapters
I had forgotten how I got here. Everything I had done, and was practicing, disappeared in the night like a collarless dog. It finally made sense. The old saying,''Resting on one's laurels" made perfect sense.
I had become complacent in my recovery. From the get go, I said I would go to any lengths to get sober, and I got sober, and then life was amazing.
Then, once things got good, I just simply stopped working on myself. I didn't realize it until my joy had been sucked dry. Everything that had once seemed like brilliant colors seemed to fade. I didn't drink, but life was miserable.
With a little redirection, I can see clearer.
I apologize to my lady love, and the dogs, for the monster I can become. _Z. Nelson_