My public privacy is protected by my smile not my scowl. Maintaining boundaries as I travel the common areas of life is more readily accomplished by a pleasant demeanor than a dark stare. I have used negative attitude and found myself outside of my own protection. The buoyancy of my manner keeps surface tension a natural and acceptable reality. Hooded behavior drags every interaction into suspicion. When I make part of my business to put others at ease, it is easier for me to preserve my business as my own.
Put clothes on ambition.
The Slick Nature of Grace
The higher I climb the more severe the fall;
the sweeter my life the more brittle my blood sugar.
I must be more careful as I get better.
I thought being sober would make my life free from care,
but I think it is a freedom from fretting
that might be more accurate.
I must still climb and take in all the sweetness
which comes my way,
but always I must vigilantly keep my balance.
Hold on tighter; eat more protein.
Grace is a glorious thing
and I am the consecrated recipient
who knows the slickness of the slopes
and the cunning of the glucose.
Daring to be sober is an athletic endeavor
I must tighten my cleats
and sharpen my sweet tooth.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault