I had my last drink in late October.
My sobriety date is November 1, 1994.
Scared is too small a word for how I felt.
It’s a fact I was lonely in the kitchen I worked in at the time.
I carried a boulder of grief for a few weeks.
Certain I’d have to surrender the only thing I loved with all my being.
Who would I be if not a cook?
My imagination couldn't yet reach the place of doing it without a drink.
I asked a good man in Stratford if he knew of any sober people working in restaurants.
No...but we can do this one day at a time.
So many cooks have tattoos on their body of people they love.
Mine are on my heart.
My sobriety date is November 1, 1994.
Scared is too small a word for how I felt.
It’s a fact I was lonely in the kitchen I worked in at the time.
I carried a boulder of grief for a few weeks.
Certain I’d have to surrender the only thing I loved with all my being.
Who would I be if not a cook?
My imagination couldn't yet reach the place of doing it without a drink.
I asked a good man in Stratford if he knew of any sober people working in restaurants.
No...but we can do this one day at a time.
So many cooks have tattoos on their body of people they love.
Mine are on my heart.
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