The next day was Saturday. I sat on my deck, looking for something to write about. Overhead, a hawk circled, riding the thermals, barely moving his giant wings, looking for prey. Nearby a tiny hummingbird flitted from flower to flower, his tiny wings beating furiously. I marveled at how differently they’d adapted to their environments.
Likewise, I'd met happy people in recovery who'd adapted in different ways. I also saw people who quit drinking, but never adapted to their new lives. Most were miserable, some relapsed, many insisted newcomers recover exactly as they had.
Today I will adapt to life without insisting others do so exactly as I did.
Life on Life's Terms III (c) 2016 by Ken Montrose
Life on Life's Terms III is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
Other works by Ken Montrose are available at: http://www.amazon.com/Ken-Montrose/e/B001K8MG0S