Had a great week in my second, or is that my third home, in Hualcayán, Peru. Was down to install some exhibits in the small museum that we opened this past summer. But the real highlight was meeting with old friends, and especially seeing my new godson, Kevin, for the first time. My Spanish now no longer completely sucks, and I am able to have some conversations with folks. My Peruvian colleague and I were only up in the mountains for a few days, checking in with friends, lining up projects for the next year but we got a lot done.
I am grateful for this opportunity to give back and be in community with folks. I reflect back some 30 years when I was trying to figure out how I could exist without alcohol. And throughout the years, I could never have predicted what cool things that the past three decades of recovery would bring. Five years ago, I had no idea I would end up on this new gig in Peru.
I have moved from a fear of drinking because of blackouts, job losses, insanity, to a knowing that with alcohol all the benefits of recovery go out the window. I will climb back into the bottle and simply exist, not live. I have learned, and firmly believe, that with recovery, all things are possible. For that knowing, I am incredibly grateful.