summer as a season is still with us.
Summer as a vacation has excused itself and I am happy to say that I sodomized
the fucker. After a notorious battle resulting in self-defeat (I was bound to
win or lose the fight against myself), I realize that my ammunition and
artillery of wine, cigarettes and unrealistic romantic expectations was
illogical. So, I went to CA. it would be more appropriate to describe the
departure as getting the hell out of Tucson. The past six weeks in SJ were a
mish-mash of sobriety, an intense isogenix cleanse, exercise, friends and dad.
Luckily, the good habits followed me back
to Tucson. I guess what they say about 30 days to create a habit is true. I’m
exercising every day, eating well, drinking only on weekends and most
importantly, deal with the boredom which used to lead to my excessive drinking
by remember Jung’s statement that “neurosis stems from man’s attempt to escape
life’s legitimate suffering”. So, I finally realize, this is as good as
it gets. And I’m finally trying to settle in and make the most of it.