Reflection

It’s been 2+ years since alcohol has touched my lips. Well, once at a bar when the waitress mistakenly mixed up orders and I got a tongue splash of rum and coke… But that is another story. But yes, it’s crazy to think it’s been that long since I have had alcohol in my body.

So as I branch out and do things to help my recovery, reflection is a big component.

There are many stages of recovery. There is no handbook for what I am doing. Its pretty simple. I focus on the positives. At the end of the day, I reflect on what felt good and what was negative. A series of questions I ask myself usually leads me up to falling asleep. Wake up. Repeat.

Simple right?!?! Not really. I hate cliches, yet I use them all the time, but it really takes time. Time and practice. Recovery is like exercise. It’s an exercise that I needed to make routine.

This awesome dude, I will reference later, asked me once in a discussion about art work “Do you think that artist can draw better than you?” Of course I say. The only reason they can draw the way they do is because they have just practiced the strokes over and over he replies.

In order for me to be successful in my recovery I needed to practice the strokes. I had to start small. But I always had a plan. It was important for me to reflect on the good intentions of that plan. Work it over as much as I needed to. Eliminatimg the negatives I could control and embracing all the positives.

Message in this post? Random people you meet at a comic con can give you great advice… Recovery takes time. Time and practice.

Be good my friend.