So...Yeah...
I realized today that I haven't written here in a few weeks. Things aren't bad, per se; I'm simply Running on Empty Creativity-Wise. In a crazed attempt to Jump-Start my brain, I pulled out my old writing notebooks from Back in the Day.
Drama, much? I was so irritated at my twenty year old whining that I nearly threw the notebook into the trash. Until...
I glanced at a random page shoved into the back of the binder. There, among the torrid agony of love gone bad, was the following gem:
Drunken Hearts Speak Sober Words
I remember who said it to me, why, and when. I remember the sobriety that hit me like a shovel to the head. I remember the bar [long since closed], the drink [Jagermeister with cinnamon schnapps/fire bomb], the time [10 pm, give or take], the night of the week [Saturday], and the phase of the moon [Waxing Gibbous].
I also remember stumbling home, scribbling those words on that very slip of paper, and hanging it on my dorm room mirror.
I wish that I could say that this was the Magic Pill I needed to put me on the right path. I wish I could say that life was instantly perfect and that it was the last time I ever took a drink.
But it wasn't.
Not by a long shot.
Drama, much? I was so irritated at my twenty year old whining that I nearly threw the notebook into the trash. Until...
I glanced at a random page shoved into the back of the binder. There, among the torrid agony of love gone bad, was the following gem:
Drunken Hearts Speak Sober Words
I remember who said it to me, why, and when. I remember the sobriety that hit me like a shovel to the head. I remember the bar [long since closed], the drink [Jagermeister with cinnamon schnapps/fire bomb], the time [10 pm, give or take], the night of the week [Saturday], and the phase of the moon [Waxing Gibbous].
I also remember stumbling home, scribbling those words on that very slip of paper, and hanging it on my dorm room mirror.
I wish that I could say that this was the Magic Pill I needed to put me on the right path. I wish I could say that life was instantly perfect and that it was the last time I ever took a drink.
But it wasn't.
Not by a long shot.
posted by rennratt at 4:17 PM
6 Comments:
Life is always perfect. Even when it isn't. Every step, every misstep, every shot of Jaeger, every moment of sobriety... they all combine to create a world that's complete and whole and perfect.
All you gotta do is show up and be in it.
Oh, the road to lifestyle change is a long and bumpy one, innit?
The high school/college boyfriend used to always say that alcohol was like a truth serum for him. He was also too drunk to remember 90% of the things he said and did.
Hugs on the creative lag. I'm with ya.
Waxing gibbous, huh? Do you always remember the moon's phase at important moments? Very poetic of you.
Ugh...I'm with you on the creative rut.
And hooray for that?
Someone might have had to say it.
It might have been me.
Or not.
I dig the sentiment though. Don't say stuff when doped up that you wouldn't say sober. Always safest to pass out first.
That was predated a little by "In Vino Veritas". Nothing wrong with a little alcohol fueled insight.
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