Notz,
it appears we have somewhat the same sense of humor...yeah!

The hardest one for me when I was sober was intimacy.
How hard?
I reverted back to being a virgin
Flying was another...I think the folks sitting next to me still have marks on their hands from me squeezing them so hard. The fact that they were strangers meant nothing to me. They likely remember me as a nightmare that keeps them from flying...

Lol...oh yeah, Savannah! Then on to Tybee Island for skinny dipping--I was thin then. Today it would be chunky-dunking, but I'd be sober and that's what counts.
For those on the beach that are surprised with chunky-dunking, I have a big box of paper bags they can put over their heads...I colored them with big smiley faces and clowns.

Yesterday, my SO--I left off the B 'cause he was in a good mood-- and I got the Christmas tree. Well, in all fairness, his idea of looking at decorations does not match looking at fishing bait...

'Course I had to have the perfect tree; one with needles and it has to smell good.
The smell. Within that sweet odor of pine, I picked up the smell of booze. The guy next to me. SO zipped my chapped lips so I didn't invite him to a meeting...damn but his wife and kids had that Look.
Instantly doubled my gratitude! I do have memories of going to 56 lots looking for a perfectly stunning tree, and drinking before every stop.
God, but it was one of my stupid pride things...it was supposed to replace the self-hatred within my heart but of course it didn't.
Nothing did until I got clean and sober and stayed that way one day at a time.

Joy is such a nice three letter word! So elusive at first, but it's a keeper and fiercely protected.

Today we decorate the tree while listening to unusual holiday music and drink hot chocolate--scratch chocolate 'cause it's homemade and I no longer burn it or add a shot of this or that. Unusual music is Native American flute and/or drums. Not the typical tree-trimming music but SO adds a few of his favorites so it's a compromise.

Peace and Power,
Cap