Living Sober Till I Am 94, One Day AT A Time

My HipstaPrint 4[2]I am taking a courera.org MOOC (Massive Open Online Course) called Nutrition, Health, and Lifestyle taught through Vanderbilt.  I am a big fan of MOOCs.  They are free and offer a lot of good educational content.  One of the links for the course was to a Life Expectancy Calculator.  I filled out and submitted the four or five pages of info and the answer comes back that my life expectancy is 94 years of age.  Hmmm . . . I am 61 which means when I retire in four years and move back home to New Orleans I am going to have another 29 years of “retirement” in front of me.  That sounds pretty damn awesome.

When I was 25 I thought I would be dead before I hit 40.  My thinking was not based in some angsty James Dean turmoil or anything that dramatic.  I really just thought my body would be used up.  At 25   I was a regular black-out drinker.  I was in the process of another geographic cure heading out from New Orleans to Miami where things got much worse.  And I still had 7 years of active alcoholism before I was to ultimately surrender to Step One “Admitted we were powerless over alcohol and that our lives had become unmanageable.”  I checked myself into a 30-day detox/rehab center.

Since that time I have taken the Steps and the steps to get my life back.  In early sobriety, I didn’t think about how long I was going to live.  I got to be too busy living.  As we get closer to “retirement” my wife and I talk about that next part of our lives.  We will do anything but retire.  I have a bunch of projects lined up and my wife is already working on her art/consignment business  and plans with our children and grandchildren down in New Orleans.  In the last year I began to think about how if I wreck bad on my mountain bike, the bones will not mend so quickly as in the past.  I bought hiking shoes that go up over my ankle because bad sprains in the woods at my age will not go away as quickly as 25 years ago.

But today I learned that my life expectancy is 94.  What I learned today seems less the accuracy of the measure but more, that living and living fully is what sobriety is about.  Had I not gotten sober at 32, I seriously doubt that I would have seen 40.  Staying sober one day at a time, the possibilities are without limit!

One thought on “Living Sober Till I Am 94, One Day AT A Time

  1. Pingback: Having a Reason to be Alive in Recovery | Process Not An Event

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