Pocket

We all have something we carry in our pocket that migrates pants to pants. For some it’s a cross, for others a stone a child gave them. for me it’s a white chip.

For those familiar with recovery programs you may be saying, “But Zeph you’ve been continuously sober for almost four years. Why are you still carrying a white chip?” Glad you asked.

I picked it up about four years ago when I recommitted myself to sobriety. I came in and out of the halls for most of my first few years. It was time to commit to not drinking. When I don’t drink I’m saving between thirty and forty dollars a week. I’m not risking driving drunk. I’m not risking my job. I’m not living up to my college nickname. It’s easier. Sometimes it’s hard to not be drinking. Or at least drinking looks easier than abstaining. But every day I make the choice of sobriety it’s a day that’s healthier than the last.

So if you see me fiddling with something in my pocket worry not. I’m just remembering to be sober. And not give it all up again.