Change is good… Certain types at least. What got me using was changes in my world that were out of my control. Then kept my using to avoid the reality that I have little control over the changes I experience. But I was still a slave.

I’ve always been interested in so many different things, and I’ve had so many jobs pursuing what I thought I loved -and would love- forever, only to find my interest declining soon after reaching proficiency in whatever it was I was pursing stop the time. When my mind is functioning fueled by whatever substance I ingested, my brain tricks itself into thinking I am a different person than I am. When the fog finally clears up, my interests change. I know, super shocker there.

Today I can pick something and approach it slowly, and before I dive head first, I check to see if my energy will be well spent. Keeping me a little more rooted, and keeping life a little more simple, allowing space for good change to unfold.