Recovery can be bumpy with a lot of twist and turns, but I say embrace it, and here is why.

Recovery can be bumpy with a lot of twist and turns, but I say embrace it, and here is why.

Getting uncomfortable isn't easy.  Taking that first step towards the unknown is scary.  Engaging in that first conversation is terrifying, but giving up my last drink was impossible. Then I did it again the next day and the next, and today I have given up my last drink nearly 1,500 times. Come join a tribe that is owning our lives, living our lives, helping each other live our lives to the fullest.

REFLECTING ON MY FIRST BURN AND TIPS ON HOW YOU CAN AND SHOULD DO YOUR FIRST BURN IN RECOVERY

REFLECTING ON MY FIRST BURN AND TIPS ON HOW YOU CAN AND SHOULD DO YOUR FIRST BURN IN RECOVERY

No words will ever be able to express the experience I took away from my very first BURN.  From coffee made fresh on the playa each morning to the genuine conversations I had with friends from all over the world, words can't express the people you meet, the feeling of riding your bike into deep playa for the very first time or the sleepless nights, overwhelmed by the lights, dusty, hungry, excited and often times lost, but not really, it was the little moments when you find yourself alone only to stumble upon a friend handing out dumplings from a bike cart in the middle of deep playa.  To put it best, Burning Man was the most authentic week I have ever lived.

HOW DO YOU DEAL WITH FEAR IN SOBRIETY? GOOD QUESTIONS, THIS IS HOW I AM DOING IT

HOW DO YOU DEAL WITH FEAR IN SOBRIETY? GOOD QUESTIONS, THIS IS HOW I AM DOING IT

        My story, both for the good and the bad, could have easily been represented in those rocks.  My story has been weathered, damaged, chipped away by one event after another, never fully broken, still standing.  My life, like those Magic Mountain rocks, were once dark and grey, colorless.  They were just rocks in an isolated desert, serving no purpose, but today, like my life, those rocks, they serve a distinctively fun, meaningful, colorful purpose to exist. Seemingly overnight, an object that most would never believe could change its existence, did.  These rocks, like my life, now has color, filled with a meaning to be shared with others. This  story, my story,  closed one chapter on April 16th, 2014  when I had my last drink, a chapter filled with darkness, and life being lived without meaning, a story that is now being re-written by a new author, the Sober Voyager.