And I, Sherrie, had a new freedom and a new happiness for the first freedom and the first happiness were passed away. And there were no more tears. This is how it should be and for the most part this is how it is. Hell’s gates hang broken on their hinges and I walk free. The world is mine to explore and I am happy. More than a notion, my life is a fact; sounder than a bank note and I am on an emotional foot race to keep pace with my recovering self. Could it be lost? Lost like paradise, lost like I was lost before? Why, yes, all could be lost and that is what makes this freedom truly free and this happiness truly happy, they are mine, mine to keep and mine to lose, they may not be in my control but they are within my reach.
Voir dere contempt
I have learned I don’t have to answer just because someone asks.
I have learned to change subjects.
I have learned it is better to say nothing.
Repeating the phrase, “It’s just my opinion.”
Followed with, “I could be wrong.”
Has proven insufficient.
Somehow things frequently turn out worse than I expected
But as of yet none have turned out better.
People become angry when I am correct.
They are less angry when I’m silent.
I tell the truth and trouble follows.
I didn’t get sober to lie so I keep my mouth shut.
There is no reason to distress folks
And reality has a way of doing that.
Silence is my new defense
I hide in it
And find my new freedom.
Unless it’s my sponsor, my sponsee or my cherished friend
Battening down the hatches saves me from a tempest
And spare others their outburst.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault