Update: Staying Alive

I’m bored, so I’m going to crank out a blog post. So sue me (if you enjoy this you can thank me later).

I’ve been working on an art journal for my sister. Its fun. I enjoy art (I didn’t minor in art for nothing. I also majored in English, by the way). I use stuff from magazines, so some of it’s like a collage, but I paint, too. I’m using a lot of black paint, especially for the galactic scenes. I’ve made stars out of tin foil. Some old post cards are coming in handy. Also old LIFE and Mccalls magazines. I have flipped through National Geographic so many times. It’s not done yet because I’m going through a dry spell, but I’m sure inspiration will come soon.

I bought myself pumpkin spice coffee and pumpkin spice coffee creamer (both Walmart brand) because I wanted to make myself pumpkin coffees at home, because $7 a drink is getting expensive. They’re not lattes, because I don’t use espresso or milk, but they’re pretty good. Honestly I’m getting burned out on it because I drink one everyday. Because…I feel like it.

It’s almost the end of October, and I’m still staying alive. “I walk these streets…” I thought to myself I could drink or live. There is no and. And it’s true. I could drink and die, or stay alive. I think I know which I’m going to choose. So I’m strictly sober and oddly content that way. 

One of my friends (of the few friends I have ) — I won’t mention his name— clearly doesn’t value my sobriety. “I think you could have a glass of wine, and it’s only a matter of time before you…you know,” he says. It’s funny: these people know us as normal sober people and cannot picture us as the crazy drunks we were. And they don’t realize that one drink for us is like splashing lighter fluid on a fire. It’s okay, but it’s not okay.  Like Forest Gump says, “that’s all I have to say about that.”

Anyways, my writing and my art keeps me going, and a cup of coffee certainly helps. Thanks for reading.

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