Not a Care in the World – Anonymous

It was probably about 18 months into sobriety.  It was a beautiful day.  I was writing in my notebook outside the coffee shop; a light breeze, hot, but not too hot.  I breathed in and was compelled to stop for a second and look around.  Friends, each sober, each absorbed in an activity of relaxed importance.  These beautiful people, and at this moment all of us, not a care in the world.  Peaceful.  Grateful.  Productive.  Happy.  When was the last time I wanted to get drunk or high?  I couldn’t remember.  I couldn’t remember the last time I wanted to get drunk or high.  And everything was fine.