Musings

For most of my life, I was never keen or enthusiastic about making New Year’s Resolutions. The past few years, however, my attitude has changed.

I’m really excited about the energy, enthusiasm and support surrounding the debut of A Fragile Utopia. The book – which chronicles my alcoholism journey and offers insight on early recovery – hit No. 1 in a couple categories on Amazon.

After 2 years of dedication and training, I hit 315 on the bench press. It's a feat that less than .1 percent of the population can perform.

One of the myths about volunteering – at least one I believed for many years – is that it’s a completely selfless endeavor. That’s patently false.

In the not-too-distant past, I couldn’t image having any fun without drinking. Now that I’m experiencing recreation with a clear mind, it’s hard for me to reconcile why I thought it was so much better while intoxicated.

My life in sobriety feels different. Time is moving slowly again. I was reborn when I got sober. I started a new life after nearly 25 years of excessive consumption spiraled into eventual unabashed alcoholism. I was 40 when I got sober. I’m 42 now. It feels as if it’s been a decade since I last drank.

The key difference is that the obstacles are a lot easier to tackle when you’re sober. Exponentially so.

People in alcohol withdrawal are prescribed benzos to ease the symptoms. The problem is that they’re often used to treat chronic conditions

Health becomes a reciprocal proposition as you creep into your 40s. You get what you put in.