cross-posted at my StumbleUpon blog
in speaking at length with a friend this week, in his wisdom, he shared with me that most addicts live in a life of "else" -- wanting to be someone else, somewhere else, doing something else...you get the picture.
in going over my flickr pics, i found a collage of family photos that were needed for my in-laws 50th wedding anniversary slide show. in looking at my pics, this senior pic of me in particular, i saw someone who was hopeful and full of promise, looking toward a future that was unknown, scary and thrilling at the same time.
it was then, my senior year, that i picked up my first glass of alcohol (it was probably something like a white russian or equally as girlie) . how could i know that it would eventually totally change the course of my life?
(into something else.)