Am I a dissident now? I thought yesterday, reflecting on national events that have not exactly worked out to my liking. Since I cleaned up my act.

Tired of Thinking About Drinking. Sobriety is Like a Little Car.

Oh, to be free like the butterfly. Money smarts are not for women. Luckily, I snapped out of it. Shortly before my 50th birthday, Life punched me in the face. Wake the hell up, woman! And I had no master escape plan.

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Monday, 17 August 2015. At least once a week it reappears.

That Time the Grinch Stole my Responsibility. Anyone else hate opening presents? No Just me then? Okay, so hate is a strong word. Around wrapped gifts that are addressed to me. But hate is not even a strong enough word to explain how I feel about surprises.

These are the words I used to justify drinking. In the sober light of day, and with a clear mind, I can see how twisted and deluded and tragic these words are. They are the words of a sick mind, overtaken by alcohol. It will train the mind to attack itself, like a cancer of the soul.

The only way out is through. 8230;excited to start listening to these! .