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Forgot how to write…

Writing is not something that comes naturally to me, but I do find a certain enjoyment in putting thoughts down on screen. I am married to a writer and at times feel intimidated by her ability to write clearly, concisely and effectively. But hey, that’s her job not mine. I need to remind myself of that, and this seems a good way to do it. I play to my strengths these days, strengths that I learned through the recovery process. For years I thought that my only strength or ability was getting hammered. Years of practice proved that I was good at it, right? Slowly, I am unlearning this fallacy, but these things do take time. One of the things that I have learned is patience. I don’t have to have it all now. So I don’t have to be a great writer today, maybe in time I will be. I don’t know the answer, but I know that if I practice then I’ll certainly get better.

Just like recovery, the more I do it the better it gets, it is hard but very rewarding, today I see lots of things that I was blind and ignorant to before. I dreamed many dreams at the end of the bar, staring into the mirror behind the bottles, seeing a drunk in the reflection, I wondered why I never took a step toward fulfilling them. Today, with love and patience I am realising some of my dreams. I am relearning how to be a man, a husband and a father, and with practice, just like my writing, it’ll get better with time…

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  1. Hey, I love that you take time to write, even without being ‘a writer’. All you need to do is rock up at your keyboard and spill your soul through your fingers onto the screen. You don’t need to be trained to do that. You just need to have something to express. Somehow the words do all the rest.

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