tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954304001669276295.post4491817495214886550..comments2023-06-19T03:48:40.473-05:00Comments on God Walked Into This Bar: MIssed This More: Life After RecoveryKary Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12674442468925628974noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954304001669276295.post-73251681240771923362015-08-08T21:47:06.973-05:002015-08-08T21:47:06.973-05:00Thank you, I needed to hear that. It makes it wor...Thank you, I needed to hear that. It makes it worth it.<br />KaryKary Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12674442468925628974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954304001669276295.post-86327859719828631462015-08-08T21:43:17.563-05:002015-08-08T21:43:17.563-05:00And this is why after all the blogs I've read,...And this is why after all the blogs I've read, yours is the one I come to first. Just Mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17860388202757806039noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954304001669276295.post-63256442812529485932015-08-07T12:03:16.816-05:002015-08-07T12:03:16.816-05:00It was better. Brief crystal clear moments spent ...It was better. Brief crystal clear moments spent talking heart to heart with my son (very brief, he's not much of a talker) that I know would never have happened had I still been drinking. Or, if they did happen, my memory of them would be foggy and the memories of the whole visit would have been clouded with worry that I had drank too much, said too much, said the wrong thing.<br />NO REGRETS. HALLELUJAH!Kary Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12674442468925628974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954304001669276295.post-25808334562670650832015-08-07T11:59:42.368-05:002015-08-07T11:59:42.368-05:00Thank you, Wendy. The downside is, my son was on ...Thank you, Wendy. The downside is, my son was on a diet and since he is more committed than I am, I ended up eating most of the cinnamon rolls. :( I froze the lasaga and sent it home with him, though.Kary Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12674442468925628974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954304001669276295.post-52113144777761849522015-08-07T11:57:57.043-05:002015-08-07T11:57:57.043-05:00Yes, my dear,and you are so busy out there making ...Yes, my dear,and you are so busy out there making your jewel shine for others that it makes my eyes water. Kary Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12674442468925628974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954304001669276295.post-44269104577837155672015-08-07T11:56:45.085-05:002015-08-07T11:56:45.085-05:00Sometimes we just need to spend more time polishin...Sometimes we just need to spend more time polishing our jewels. No matter how hard I polished my drinking life, I couldn't get the tarnish off.Kary Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12674442468925628974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954304001669276295.post-17454419683863356472015-08-07T11:55:22.841-05:002015-08-07T11:55:22.841-05:00Exactly, Sherry. I miss the romance, but the roma...Exactly, Sherry. I miss the romance, but the romance turned sour. I miss my first husband sometimes, too, but it doesn't mean I'd remarry him.Kary Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12674442468925628974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954304001669276295.post-52063863535492835942015-08-01T11:36:32.392-05:002015-08-01T11:36:32.392-05:00I don't miss the anxiety and hangovers.
I miss...I don't miss the anxiety and hangovers.<br />I miss the anticipation of a wild Friday night.<br />But age, more than anything, has resolved that. It is nostalgia for youthful excess and freedom.<br /><br />But today's life is like a jewel. Beautiful from all angles. I prefer this today.Ainsobrietyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15642935819165465190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954304001669276295.post-9338366800449104062015-08-01T01:54:39.062-05:002015-08-01T01:54:39.062-05:00Beautiful post my friend. Made me feel nostalgic f...Beautiful post my friend. Made me feel nostalgic for my boozing days ........ But not much :) xxx Mrs Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13110933370498728198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954304001669276295.post-72944859996078705882015-07-31T14:22:30.527-05:002015-07-31T14:22:30.527-05:00"The lady doth protest too much, methinks&quo..."The lady doth protest too much, methinks" ~Hamlet by William Shakespeare<br /><br />That's what I think whenever I hear someone protest so vehemently about not missing drinking (cancer? really?).<br /><br />I miss it. I miss the romance. I miss bars (I loved bars). I miss that first sip and that feeling of ahhhhhhh. And if the friggin' Genie popped out tomorrow and made me a normie you're damn right I'd drink.<br /><br />But when I drink there is no romance, I stumble out of bars and that first sip only leads to hundreds more. I miss it like I miss my twenties - they were fun while they lasted but I love this life so much more.<br /><br />SherrySoberMomWriteshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04845259535764391849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954304001669276295.post-86094959489679917042015-07-31T07:22:52.041-05:002015-07-31T07:22:52.041-05:00Beautiful. Beautiful. Wendy Phttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12110655950633558010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954304001669276295.post-47687413923745129842015-07-31T04:35:09.561-05:002015-07-31T04:35:09.561-05:00Well sure I miss it. Not often, more on the side o...Well sure I miss it. Not often, more on the side of rarely, but then one day I'll drive past a place I've never been and wonder wistfully what it would be like to have a few drinks there. I'll miss the early sweet lull of drink that imprinted my brain over nearly two decades of regular, heavy drinking. No real surprise that it stayed, nor that the places and occasions that trigger are a fantasy. Your lasagna, cinnamon rolls and family visit sound so much better. Honestly. Thank you for writing and sharing this beautiful piece.ByeByeBeerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12484204664900044355noreply@blogger.com