As I’ve written many times before, I haven’t given pot up, but rather offered it up or, more plainly, let it go. Strangely, pot seems to have reciprocated by letting me go in return. Everytime I reflect on this mutual letting go, how pot ‘quit me’, I realize how strange it may sound. But that’s what happened. It feels like a amicable breakup devoid of any emotional attachment for lack of a better analogy.
As drinking alcohol took primary focus on the days I was imbibing, it began to supercede eating dinner. I would crack a beer open as I was walking in the garage. It was the first thing I did after parking the car in the driveway! Soon I’d be 3-5 beers in and realized I forgot to eat.
To be sober, to me, means sobriety in all things. And I’ll know when I arrive because I’ll finally be free. Truly.
SOBER Meditation helps us to create space between external stimuli and our own internal reaction to said stimuli. It’s in this space we gain perspective and can therefore make better choices.
Then I imagined a black cloud rises up out of it and gathering above it. I inhaled this cloud as deeply as I could and held my breath for a few seconds as I witnessed it being consumed and transformed in the warm light of my heart. When I exhaled the light, I, myself, became lighter. A weight lifted off of me. The more I repeated this process, the lighter and freer I felt.