What will 2018 bring? I don’t know.
Will it be better than 2017? I don’t know.
Will I be a better person in 2018? I don’t know. (Hopefully!)
Will I stay clean & sober in 2018? I don’t know. (I’m gonna take that “One day at a time.”)
Will I have an opportunity to make amends in 2018? I don’t know.
Will some of my friends “fall off the wagon”? I don’t know.
Apparently, I don’t know much, do I?
What DO I know?
I agree with the wise Davos Seaworth that “Nothing fucks you harder than time!”
I have entered that age group where I have begun to lose friends and relatives with greater frequency, some of whom are not terribly older than myself.
As each day passes, it becomes more and more difficult to suffer the ignorance and rudeness of people I must deal with.
Dementia, Alzheimers, and strokes scare the shit out of me. I figure that I will survive a heart attack, or I won’t. A stroke can minimally affect me, or more likely, disable me in one or many different ways, none of which are predictable. Dementia and Alzheimers are both slow deaths where my awareness, cognitive abilities, and knowledge of self and the world around me will disappear, one day at a time, until one day, I may as well be a lump of coal.
There is so much that I have not accomplished. Some of this is just the universe at work, and some are my own poor choices, misplaced efforts, stubbornness, or just stupidity.
There is the awareness that some amends will never be realized and affected.
There is a growing certainty that time is moving faster for me and there’s so much less of it for me to work with now.
Decisions made have a far more immediate and consequential impact on my life now than in the past.
I really must buckle down and begin to focus more on the things I want to accomplish even as I attempt to pay bills, maintain a home, and relationships.
These are the things I do know.
There is one more thing that I know, without question: Without being clean and sober, nothing is possible except decline and death.