The Hidden Can

Caution Hidden DipThe wife and I went to a wedding this weekend out of town.  Of course that means hotel stays, airplanes, rental cars, etc.  The weekend was awesome for a bunch of reason (kids were at home with the grandparents).  As we were checking out of our room Sunday morning I was doing my regular “close the room” routine – checking the drawers that I KNOW I didn’t put anything in, looking under the beds that I KNOW there’s nothing under, etc.  I looked under the couch and lo and behold I found someone’s old can of Grizzly.  Amazing after all these years of not dipping how the sight of a can in my presence will bring up those old feelings once again.  I always worry when I’m around dippers that I’m going to crave.  I always worry when I see the dip rack that I’m going to crave.  I still don’t feel like I’m “out of the woods” when it comes to my addiction and I think that’s a good thing.  I’m on my toes… ever vigilant.  And because of that, I’m clean today.

Freedom is a beautiful thing.  You’ve got to work for it, but it’s well worth it.  I’m going to continue working.

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