I may have said it before and I'm sure I'll say it again: Sobriety is freedom. Any time I've chosen to drink since I've known this, I've chosen to reconstruct all my prison walls - denial, fear, self-recrimination, self-destruction, guilt, shame. The really bad thing about those walls is not that I can't get out - I can, it's that no one can get in.
The most sacred thing in my life today is that I wake up sober, I got to sleep sober and I spend every hour in between sober. Nothing else imbues my life with a sense of the sacred like not taking that first drink.
I will be visiting one of the most sacred places I know in the next couple of days with a very sacred friend of mine. I still have a blister the size of a quarter on the bottom of my foot and I could, and maybe even should, opt out of the hiking we're planning to do. But I think not. I'll throw a little moleskin on it and I won't let the foot blisters of life keep me from what I love - literally and metaphorically.
P.S. When I get back, I'll be updating my blog list. There are so many beautiful people and blogs that I've been fortunate to come into contact with during this project and I feel badly that I haven't gotten them on there yet.
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