When my dad was in his early 70’s, his health was failing and his memory was failing, but if you asked me how he was, I’d say “he’s ok” and in my mind I’d say “ all things considered”. Then he had a stroke, and surgery, and he got off all the tubes but was still in hospital, and if you asked he how he was, I’d say “he’s ok”, and in my mind I noted how “ok” changes as we go along. Sometimes ‘ok’ is a little great, sometimes it’s not great, and sometimes it’s just getting by, but still alive.
NOT that I’m comparing not drinking to having a stroke of course, but on each of these 60 days in a row of not drinking I’ve felt ‘ok’, each one a little different ok, some great, some not great, some just glad to be alive and sober today.
So, for today, I’m ok.
Glad to be here and glad you are all here too.
Cheers to the strength to not drink today.


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