New Year's Day, after a New Year's Eve spent with a group of drunks in recovery -- no fistfights, splintered furniture or ruined relationships, no cops, no missing fenders or bouts with the Porcelain God -- and I was still home, safe and warm, and asleep by midnight.
Nice to feel a sense of optimism and hope today. I'd say optimism and hope for the new year but it's more appropriate to feel that sense for today, for this day. I remember well the feeling that I was facing another disastrous year, full of remorse and regret for my life to this point, vaguely aware that I was going to be drunk and stoned in short order. Say what you will but alcohol is an effective remorse killer in the short term.
Things are going to work out.
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