One Day at a Time…. It’s the only way to walk this journey of sobriety. Although, I feel a bit like an imposter as I write those words. I’ve always seen a sober life as the opposite of a drunk life. I was not a drunk. I did not spend every day drunk. But I did spend most nights drunk…. and I know now, that made me an alcoholic. Not the kind most people think of, but an alcoholic none the less.
I think the main reason I’ve started sharing my story is because it is different. I know in my heart I am not alone. I know deep in my soul that there are others out there who have similar stories. I pray that in sharing my story I will help them in their journey of sobriety.
I am a visual person. It drives my husband crazy because when I don’t see things I forget about them, hence I am pile maker. I make lists of things to do, but seeing the piles is a much more effective trigger for me.
For that reason, I’ve made myself a visual reminder marking progress I am making each day, one day at a time. Once I figure out how I’ll post a photo, but for now here’s my word picture. On my kitchen counter I have a lovely clear glass bottle with a unique pink glass stopper. Into it I have placed a long stemmed silk rose in a pale yellow color that reminds me of my beloved grandmother. Each morning, since Day 1, I have dropped a tiny smooth river rock into the mouth of the bottle. I love hearing the ping as it hits the bottom and watching the stones build up on the floor of the bottle. I look forward to watching them climb up the sides of the bottle in the days ahead. For me it will be a daily reminder of my success. And a reminder to keep moving forward.
The other night was hard, I almost wasn’t able to drop a stone in the bottle the next morning. With God’s help I did. But that’s a story for another day.