i’m here, sans beer, get used to it.

I’ve always struggled to accept myself.  That, for the most part, explains my alcoholism.  I believed I wasn’t good enough Continue reading →

not enough to notice.

It turns out that I’m quite good at accepting the things that are easy to release.  Instead of yelling at Continue reading →

let’s start with that.

First of all, I need to understand that acceptance can be broken up into sections.  It needn’t be a toggle.  Continue reading →

blessed are the days I don’t think too much.

That’s really when everyone wins, isn’t it, when I take it down a few notches?  At night, the 10th Step Continue reading →