I love the clarity that sobriety brings. My life back in focus. The sharp, defining edges of decisions made, tasks completed, priorities set.
But with my sober clear- sightedness comes a new grey fuzzy area.
Nothing is black and white anymore.
I used to know what an addict is...
the thin hollowed out, pock marked derelict on the government posters.
I used to know what an alcoholic is..
The bag lady drinking cheap cider hidden in a paper bag
I used to know how to react when someone is arrested for a DUI
Now, the addict could be that guy in a suit in the line up at the bank, maybe (he was sniffing excessively).....
The alcoholic? That well dressed lady with two bottles of wine ( she spent a long time explaining about her dinner party to the check out girl)
Thank God I never got caught.....
( a penguin holding it's breath )