I am going to give the month of daily journaling goal another go. I accept that some nights, including this night, I may sit down to complete the task for the sake of it; however, after taking some time away, I believe I will still glean some benefit in doing so.
My sobriety remains in the honeymoon phase. There are subtle whispers from my deamon, attempts to romanticize the bliss found at the bottom of a bottle; however, I feel that it is still too soon to indulge any sense of sober security. That is not to take away from the multiple victories that I have achieved in the past few weeks. The water being shut off, November 8, and thanksgiving were all potential catalysts to rationalize an exasperated dive into liquid numbness. I will carry these victories forward … perhaps even making a list of them if things become more difficult in the future.
I will work on my goal setting this month. I wonder if I have been creating to do lists that have a superficial façade of profundity, but remain small rock tasks nonetheless.
I will begin utilizing negative visualization in an attempt to cultivate a mindful urgency toward the end of being both more appreciative and effective.
