its been 600 hangover free days. 600 days of living.
I know this because my good friend is 2 days ahead of me. I never counted days. I couldn’t figure out what I was tracking…
I clearly am not counting to somewhere, as this is not a temporary thing. And I deeply believe in taking each day as it comes.
I’m going to Kon-Mari my clothes today. I think it’s time to start the clean up. The flood forced me to purge the basement and I already feel lighter. I plan to do the entire house by the end of 2015.
I remember wanting to do this in early sobriety. That desire to start putting things in order. I could see all the half finished projects around the house that I had started over the years and put aside In favour of wine. Or finished poorly.
But I decided to wait. Until I felt confident that clearing out the clutter would be helpful, not another drain on my already over stressed system.
So it’s taken 600 days to get to that point. I’m glad I waited. This is the right time to make space for the new.
Stillness and peace