
External things can’t fix internal issues. I think we all know that in our clearer moments.
My recent relapse was based on the lure of the external. An old friend – alcohol – showed up over a matter go weeks, whispering sweet mumblings and offering comfort to my anxious mind. It was a substance out there, accessible, reasonably cheap and I was somewhat familiar with its promises of relief. What a disaster.
I have spent much of my life wrestling with the external. Confident that some thing – a person, job, money, opportunity, book, substance, whatever, would deliver me to happiness and contentment.
Today is another opportunity to sit with both my muddled and my true self, to welcome all my internal rumblings and grumblings, doubts and dreams and not flee from any of them. To ‘hold the tensions’ of reality.
Here’s to being present. To opening up to all my peculiar thoughts and emotions and welcome them all. And here’s to doing what matters, based on the values I hold dear.
Rock n roll people.
Boozebrain





