the only way out is through
2 years. 104 weeks. 731 days. 17,544 hours. it's been a long time. it has also felt like a speedy flash of light. how has it been two years since I was alone in the cold, dark desert of Nevada, experiencing life from a place that I FINALLY realized did not suit me? how has it been two years since the day I drank my last sip of alcohol and got to work to change everything I didn't like about my life? how have I grown so much, and healed so much, and changed so much in two short years? and how fast will the next 2, 4, or 10 years pass? perhaps it's being present that speeds up time. maybe its because when we live aware and present we experience life in a very different way. with booze, one of my biggest objectives was to exist in a state of numb. to pass the days without feeling anything that was happening to me that day and to erase the memories and pain of many things that had happened to me in the 30-something years that led up to that day. I think it's
