There is a momentary peace in my house since my daughter left and took her two cats with her. It’s only momentary, since today we will travel a bit of a distance to attend my daughter’s graduation. I have terrible separation anxiety leaving the pets, and especially the dog. Even though we pay lots of money to the most excellent pet sitters ever born.
I need to get back to writing about the first step. Really need to, because it’s been the most persistent thing, through the years, that I’ve seen people struggle with as they try to achieve sobriety. As a problem child myself, I understand but I’d really like to be more helpful to the people who struggle, beyond sharing my experience and offering the hope of my experience.
I’m missing an important event at work to go to the graduation. I’m spending hours in the car with my wife, son, and mother. All relationships are good enough to make me not worry about the hours in the car, beyond missing work.
Ah, worry. My favorite most persistently annoying character defect. In an effort to stamp it down and disable it, I have not consulted weather predictions for my journey. My worry surely never melted one flake of snow. Or comforted an abandoned dog. Abandoned to wonderful, loving, reliable pet sitters for a brief period of time. And to the company of cats.