4:13am
It occurs to me that one day I’ll look back through these Journal Recovery posts from a different place. How will they look? What will they sound like if I read them aloud in one year, three years, five years, ten years? It’s tough to say, but I think Future Me will be a tiny bit embarrassed but a lot more proud and forgiving.
This morning I’m really grateful for my dad, who passed away in 2021, and my son, who is still alive and doing well. They are both the gentlest of souls, which in a very real way makes each of them more of a badass than I’ll ever be. I’m more of a Donald Duck kind of soul. People love Donald Duck and generally want to see him succeed, but in a twisted way it’s kind of more fun to watch him bumble around, flustered, screaming curses in his little duck voice. In the same twisted way it will be fun to go back through these posts someday and chuckle at how frustrated poor Donald got when going sober.
It’s a special day today in Germany. Today the hated soccer team Red Bull Leipzig travels to Dortmund to play my beloved Ballspiel Verein Borussia (BVB 09) at Signal Iduna Park. I will do my best to watch the match, which starts at 11:30.
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