Well, kinda, in the sense that I treat my entire existence as a workshop. Always tinkering, but never really accomplishing anything. Like Inspector Clouseau but with no case to speak of. A tortured artist whose only accomplished piece will be the grease stain on the cat-scratched couch. Too busy waiting on life to actually enjoy it. Too much to do to accomplish anything at all.
But I’m doing better than I used to. I used to drink!
I must admit, there was one single time when I thought “maybe homemade wine will be ok” and it was not. So I did backslide 2 years ago, but I don’t think it should reset the counter. Though I’ve never gotten an opinion on it.
Opinion about what happened once doesn’t really matter, unless it was yours at the time and what, if anything, you learned about yourself. You stumbled out fell down, maybe got a bit mashed up a bit, picked yourself up, dusted it off and got on with healing. That’s amazing.
Well, kinda, in the sense that I treat my entire existence as a workshop. Always tinkering, but never really accomplishing anything. Like Inspector Clouseau but with no case to speak of. A tortured artist whose only accomplished piece will be the grease stain on the cat-scratched couch. Too busy waiting on life to actually enjoy it. Too much to do to accomplish anything at all.
But I’m doing better than I used to. I used to drink!
Congrats on “used to!”
Ay, thanks :-) Just passed 6 years!
Welcome! Six years is a fantastic job!
I must admit, there was one single time when I thought “maybe homemade wine will be ok” and it was not. So I did backslide 2 years ago, but I don’t think it should reset the counter. Though I’ve never gotten an opinion on it.
Opinion about what happened once doesn’t really matter, unless it was yours at the time and what, if anything, you learned about yourself. You stumbled out fell down, maybe got a bit mashed up a bit, picked yourself up, dusted it off and got on with healing. That’s amazing.
Oh. Well thanks :-). I appreciate the kindness.