See, my wife never wants for anything. She wears no makeup, never goes "shopping". We live a very comfortable life. We make a very good living at what we do now. But this BROKE MY HEART! I didn't think she noticed.
About 15 yrs ago my dream ended. I was a musician. Practiced 6, 8, 12, hours a day and when that ended I was devastated. I was playing stadiums, had a bus, the whole nine yards. I felt alive then. But after it ended, I felt like I had laid my soul down to die.(excuse?)
After that I needed something to take up my time, so I went to college. Got a degree in electronics, worked on the first blu-tooth with Intel and Tokyo Electronics, then went to refurbishing MRI machines and wound up being a mechanic. Go figure. All the time drinking more and more.
Now I drink about a gallon of whiskey a week. I'm the life of the party, always happy, so it seems. Never miss a day of work, always in control. (so it seemed).
Haven't started the program yet. Getting ready to do a 3500 mile motorcycle ride. Funny thing I don't drink when I ride. Why is that? (I am your stereotypical biker, 6' 200lbs Harley rider, I'm cool I will write a journal from now till I start. I hope this is the place for me.
Thanks for reading all this. Everyone has a story, so different but yet so similar.
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