Hey baby, it’s been too long·Wrestling the thoughts that always find you·I spend my days in silence, as much as I’m allowed·You knew I’d rather be alone than swept up in the crowd·Your playful eyes had somehow met my own across the room·With just one glance you made me want to fight a war for you·You found a way to charm me, though I, not you, was sober·You found a way to finally get me on the dance floor·I fought a war for medals, they handed me a ribbon·I asked them for the mountains, but they pointed to the sea·I found love in the desert but they said it didn’t matter·Because the farther north I travelled, the further you were from me·I wish that I could take back my answer to your question babe·It’s too late to change. I wish I would’ve stayed·You’re a thousand miles away and I’m on another plane·Wondering if I’ll ever see you again·Hey baby, it’s been too long·Wrestling the thoughts that always find you.
“To each there comes in their lifetime a special moment when they are figuratively tapped on the shoulder and offered the chance to do a very special thing, unique to them and fitted to their talents. What a tragedy if the moment finds them unprepared or unqualified for that which could have been their finest hour.” And that’s all the motivation I needed to tell myself I wouldn’t be caught unprepared any more and if I would fail again I would fail better. This post is short and sweet but celebrates some physical and mental milestones. It marks over 6 months of consistent, specific conditioning and the disciplined late nights and early mornings it took to get here. It celebrates 2 years of sobriety and the seemingly impossible work of overcoming darkness when you least expect it. It’s a reminder to me of why I changed so much in so little time and what I wouldn’t have been able to accomplish if I still relied on alcohol to get me through my days. And it’s okay to live a life others do...
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