9:17pm
I feel like a teenager again in some ways, like how I felt before I ever used alcohol. I think this is a better me even though it isn’t pleasant. Being a teenager isn’t pleasant either. I have more energy and I seek creative inputs and outputs much more freely. And I rock. I rock like the bassist in Satan’s band. Her name is Judy Seven and she’s done hard time. Hell of a good cook though.
I am feeling a great urge to return to Maui and swim and snorkel and watch the ghost crabs and drive the Road to Hana and zip line and check out Molokini Crater. And camp up at Haleakala. All without alcohol. Maybe that will be my reward for one year sober next year.
10:07pm
I asked and you said yes
To my simple request
“I want to fly, put me high,
I see my house, I see it all”
But you weren’t done with me
Flying wild, twisting free
Sudden fear, failed to steer,
Total loss of control
I tried out every lever on the dashboard
I cried out “mayday”, unheard as the wind roared
Plummeted with little chance to land
Hit the ground, the consequence be damned
My injuries did hurt, but I lived to see another day
The bumps and scars were worth the lesson that I learned that way
Now I see compassion in it all
You were showing me that I could fall
And it’s all right.
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