I know this is really a strange thought to ponder....but I've often wondered why I'm not an alcoholic. Not that I'm belittling the disease, or making light of it, but I often ponder how I've avoided sliding down that slippery slope. God knows I have enough baggage and issues that date back to the very instant I drew breath into this world. And I know there are days when all I think about is that I really could use a stiff drink when I get home.
But that's where it stops, somewhere between that drive home and walking through the door, my brain does some rerouting of thoughts and I don't pour that first drink. Is it the responsibilities I have that hit me in the face the minute I open the door to my house? Or some sudden epiphany that saves me from being my own worst enemy? Whatever the inspiration is I secretly surrender to it's calm voice that tells me ....this too shall pass my child, this too shall pass.