Lost Creativity is No Laughing Matter

All that time boozing in the bars is lost time that none of us who chose recovery will ever get back. It wasn’t until I got sober that I realized just how much time I had wasted. The time spent prowling the bars and exchanging meaningless chit chat with people who’d never remember me, and most, never learned my name. I’m not offended by that, it’s just the way it is. That’s how the world of bar hopping and party party, works. I was as guilty as the next: If you have a few extra bucks and want to buy me a drink we can be BFF’s for the night. Every one with a pocket full of money or a working credit card will find no shortage of thirsty friends.

It wasn’t until I got rid of my equally thirsty friends and started to rebuild a new life, that I found myself, including my creativity. I’m a writer. I was always a writer, but that gift would’ve never emerged had I not put the cork in the bottle. I’m pleased to bring you my latest thoughts on the subject of lost creativity. If you’d like to read more, check it out on “The Fix.”