Reprimands (past): Many bullets dodged and not enough lessons learned.
If there was a game called “let’s see who can dodge the most bullets in life,” it’s safe to say I would have dominated the competition. Remember that cheating scandal I told you about and how I was mad that I wasn’t in on the scheme? Bullet dodged.
Engaging in illicit activities along side my boyfriend with a stranger outside a club in a foreign country, losing my wallet and running into said stranger on the beach who had it with nothing missing? Several bullets dodged (seriously, you have no idea.)
Calling in “sick” from the night before or showing up late,
still drunk with booze on my breath, misplaced or lost keys, and emotional outbursts without ever getting fired from my job? Obscene amounts of bullets dodged.
Countless times drunk behind the wheel and damaging multiple cars with no severe consequences? How about getting pulled over for expired tags 20 minutes after drinking bloody marys just after my release from my 1st of 4 stints in a women’s detention facility and driving off with a warning? Undeserving bullets dodged.
Then there’s my revolving door of friendships. I have run with various circles through different phases of my life and I’m surprised I didn’t do more wreckage. I’m sure I did, I just don’t know to what extent and I cringe at the thought. But what matters today is how I show up for my friends now because I actually need and value these special people in my life.
But listen…just because I don’t drink anymore, doesn’t mean my “assism” went away. I can still be a total asshole sometimes. I’ve just gotten a lot better at recognizing it and making amends when necessary.
I came close to losing best friends at different times during my drinking career but came the closest to losing my ROD a couple times IN recovery. No alcohol involved, imagine that. Thankfully, we BOTH dodged that one big time and our friendship has grown leaps and bounds ever since.*
And finally, all the years, emotional energy and money squandered dating and/or pining over degenerate losers or playboys. These 3 mo’fos were selfish dicks (SD) with no moral compass who used me for their own financial gain and/or didn’t see me for more than a sex object. However, I still managed to redeem my stellar credit score and avoided a handful of STDs and/or getting pregnant with their children?SO.MANY.BULLETS.DODGED.
Clearly, I got away with a lot of shit and needed to repeat the same mistakes over and over to end up in all the low places that I did, physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually.
I needed things to work out the way I didn’t think they should have, in order for me to have the life I never thought I would have…
and you know what that means…