Are We There Yet? is a series about changed minds.
I am an analog man in a digital world. Even at work, when my bosses and peers are bombing me with text messages and e-mails, I respond to most of them face-to-face. People treat me much different in person than they do digitally. They are less confrontational. Less passive-aggressive.
My work evaluations describe me as a “take charge,” “no-nonsense” leader. Those that drink with me know that, even then, the guard is up. It takes an heroic amount of alcohol to knock me off my game.
When it does, it isn’t pretty. Near fatal, actually…
Then it stopped. All of it. The roller-coaster came to a halt. There was no transcendent moment. No epiphany. I was clear as winter morning. Sobriety did not lead me to a moment of clarity. Clarity made me sober. This was acid clarity, without the voices. There were no cartoon wallpaper explosions of mathematic hieroglyphs. The ride just stopped.
There was no mystery. No secret. Just a lot of bad noise… and then silence.
I put aside the things I did not need. What I invite into my life is there because I choose for it to be there. The people in my life are ends in themselves, not merely means. I enjoy their company for its own sake. My life doesn’t need to be any more complicated than that.