My second year of sobriety was a thing of mass torture.  ok that's a little exageratted, but, not by much.  It was so hard and so overwhelming.  Being inside the house felt suffocating.  I had to be out and I might as well clean up my garden.  That's where all this started.  Finding the lessons in gardening, the to do's and not do's to help the plant grow and thrive....cue sobriety.  

Sometimes you have this amazingly beautiful plant that you've watched grow from a spec of a seed.  It's thriving and growing at an amazing rate.  In all it's beauty and glory....it starts to fall from the weight of it's hard work.

My second year i let things fall and overgrow and become chaotic...but my life felt that way.  Some things were overgrown with beauty and some things were chaotic and unkept.  

My point.  Sometimes you have to cut off BEAUTIFUL things in your life that you think are growing you, because even in the growth and the beauty, you still can't take on the weight of everything.  You have to keep your life constantly pruned to produce the best you.

A Place to Start

 No better way to start than to begin.....

I don't know where this will lead me but at this moment in the place in my heart I'm in, I'm longing to come to this page to express everything going on in my head.  

I'm in my garden daily and I cannot express the correlation between taking care of a garden and walking a sober life.  Hell...just walking a human life.

I came through my second year with fresh eyes.  My third year has been nothing short of beautiful.  

I hope to come here more and share thoughts.