I have owned this blog for a little more six months. I have had this idea for who knows how many years. I have talked it up and down and told my trusted circle and I have failed, over and over again, to launch.
I pride myself on my ability to get shit done at this particular junction in my life and yet, here I have sat, allowing my bio and introduction to gather dust as if it was an object from a distant past, tucked high atop some shelf I never look at, lacking the guts to make a move on it.
As we creep up onto the year anniversary of the start of this new phase of life, it seems it is time. Time for action. Time to discard and donate those items and to speak.
This time one year ago, like many years before it, the proverbial shit would hit the fan. It was familiar, painful territory. But it had felt different, the lead up, there had been so much more hope with almost a full year of sobriety this time, almost as happy as we could be, almost enough breathing room to relax. It only took that one moment to be right back in the thick of it. A moment I still will never understand, a moment that broke everything, and that set us on a path that would potentially rob us all of our future as we saw it.
The thing is, in hindsight, we find that the most painful experiences in our lives offer us the biggest gifts. The problem is that hindsight can take some time to set in and we can become lost in the muck and mire in the meantime. We fail to discard the weight of the moments and we sink, not seeing the life preserver or the hand being offered or the light that begs to be let in just on the other side of the storm.
I hope this will be a life preserver.
I hope my story, a story of finding Om in the OMG moments of my life, will help you find the same in yours.
Finding Om in the OMG 