Color Me Drunk

When my two daughters were young, I was just beginning my foray into the insidious and dark world of drinking. I would drink a glass of wine here and there throughout the day. Of course, this would hurt no one. But as the days went on and the weeks turned into months, I became inclined to fill my glass more often than not. This is a sad confession for me and one I regret more than I can convey in a brief story. I realize now how much time I wasted on my need to self-medicate, how selfish I had become, and how alcohol would eventually prove itself to be a baffling, cunning and formidable foe. Once freed from its grip, I had no interest to look back, lest I turn into a pillar of salt, like the biblical character, Lot’s wife, fleeing Gomorrah. For me that last look would only lead to another drink, and ultimately death. For this reason I choose to look forward, to fight the battle one day at a time.