Around the end of January – February it is a blues time of the year in the area I live (New Brunswick, Canada). A snowstorm has a way of sucking the energy right out of a person. These days feel just like blah.
I have shoveled my driveway and I walked down to shovel the steps of the church I belong to. There is not much to do on a day like this. I did a bunch of housework and I am passing time away writing a blog.
There is no desire in me to get a buzz or wasted. I feel lucky for that. There was a day I would be trying to figure out how I was going to get some pot. If there was someone to get drunk with, while smoking pot, it would be all the better.
Today I know getting out of it would just defeat the purpose. I have heard it said that as soon as a person like me starts to get into the booze the booze would say, “I am going to take you by the hand and you’re going to go where I want you to go and you will do what I tell you to do.” Pot does the same thing to me too.
The plan is to ride out the storm. Just for this day. Perhaps I will make a few calls to some friends. I know to live my recovery one day at a time. Thank you.