Pages turning
Pages torn and pages burning
Faded pages, open in the sun
Better bring your own redemption when you come
To the barricades of heaven where I'm from.
When I started this journal, I had recently come to the realization
that I had a serious problem with addiction, and that if I didn't do something about
it things were going to get worse. So I
resolved to do something!
The first year and a half or so of this journal is an
account of doing precisely that. It was
more than just kicking the booze and smokes to the curb. It was a complete reboot of how I live my
life from the ground up. It’s not that I
was doing everything wrong, it’s more
that I saw it as an opportunity to start with a blank sheet of paper and retool,
taking into account everything I had learned in my 40 some odd years of living.
I feel like I've done a pretty decent job.
It feels like a good time to re-frame the last couple of years. Another round of major changes is coming when the career part of the reboot hits full stride and I want to document my mindset at this time.
Looking Back:
The facts are at the time, getting drunk a lot was in the short term a more appealing alternative to examining the reality of my situation. Let me tell ya, that doesn't lead to good things.
Probably the most difficult thing to come to grips with was
my professional life was a shambles. I
had entered into a partnership to save the remains of a business that I had put
all my savings into. And if there was
ever an example of letting go being better than getting yourself deeper into
trouble this is it. The people I was
involved with make a living out of finding distressed small business owners and
offering them a life ring. The thing is,
any time you’re dealing from a position of weakness, i.e. not having any money,
the results are going to be predictable.
Anyone who has ever gotten a payday loan or gotten into the habit of
pawning things can tell you how it works.
I had put all of myself into making it a success and after a
couple of years I realized I was kidding myself; the game was rigged. I was super deflated. I stopped caring because there was no way to
win. So I took my paychecks and did as
little as possible, and drank a whole lot.
This had the predictable effect of alienating everyone who worked for
and with me, my brother included, and I certainly don’t blame them for viewing
me in a negative light. The adult thing
would have been to walk away, rather than take the money and lead people on
when I had stopped believing and no longer cared.
The other major source of trouble was my girlfriend has a
daughter who is struggling with life, ironically in many of the same ways I did
when I started drinking heavily even though she’s not a drinker. But the underlying psychology of not having good
tools for coping with stuff, not understanding the taking care of yourself
comes first, of trying to find escape in pleasurable things, the same. She ended up staying with us and she brought
a lot of craziness and stress into the household, and my girlfriend and I just
could not see eye to eye on how to deal with it. So once again, drinking a lot seemed like a
good short term answer!
In sum, I was renting a house I couldn't afford to rent, I
had spent all my savings to keep my prior business afloat and was carrying debt from it I could not afford to pay due to my lifestyle. I was a small business owner trapped
in a dead end situation, and I was having problems with the girlfriend and her
family.
And the drinking was making it 50 times worse. Even though I
thought of it as “taking a break” from my worries. Reality is it was a major contributor if not a
cause of problems in some cases, as heavy drinking affects your judgment, and not just when
you’re drunk or hung-over.
The thing is when you start running from your problems, it
changes you, but you don’t realize it when it’s happening. Far from being an oasis of happiness and good times, drinking life was turning me in to an unhappy
stupid fat shell of a man. A hungry ghost. The world is full of people with big bellies
and pickled brains who have forgotten how awesome life is. No one has any sympathy for a hungry ghost,
but hungry ghosts like to keep company with each other because addiction makes a
person feel lonely.
That’s all in the rear-view mirror now. Got healthy, learned how to take
good care of myself, got my finances cleaned up, got out of a bad business
arrangement, and learned some skills and tools for coping with life, though I
have serious room for improvement in that department. I do get along with the girlfriend’s daughter
now, which is amazing, because I thought that was impossible at one point.
The big takeaway from my mid-life crisis I guess is living is
a process, and the qualities of your process is going to have a lot to say
about whether your life sucks or is awesome. Things aren't always going to go well, how to you deal with it when they don't?
Looking forward:
For the last year I’ve been studying to re-enter the field I
was in before I went into business for myself. And anyone who knows me knows when I apply myself to something it's usually pretty insane and over the top, and this has been no different.
It’s been fun and good for me. It’s
also been humbling. I have major exam coming up
on the 15th of May and I’m studying my ass off for it, 50-60 hours a week. If I don’t pass I’ll take it again and again
until I do.
I miss the beach.
It’s painful not living there. I
miss my morning coffee, watching the sun come up over the horizon, I miss hanging
out with the neighbors, having barbecues, playing guitar, going surfing,
fishing, the salt and the sand in every nook and crevice of my things. I miss it so much.
It motivates me to study even harder and to keep moving
forward so I can come back to the beach and buy a place, grow old there, surfing with
the groms and hanging out, playing guitar, softly singing sweet songs of the
contented.
-s
