The Freedom of Freedom
The funny thing about sobriety is that
I am free to do whatever I want. Sobriety offers me the ultimate
freedom, that being of choice. I am free to do anything as long as I
am willing to pay the price for my actions or inaction’s. I can
stay sober or I can get drunk, (not a real choice but you see what I
mean) to live a good life or be a liar, a cheat and a thief. To
believe as I choose to believe. Do do it all one way or another or
somewhere in between. When I think of it, it really is kind of
awesome, total freedom, and a little frightening also.
So why freedom? Well I am getting
close, as in the next year or year and a half of having to make some
major life changes. The type of changes where a year is not much
time. The problem I am faced with is: I do not know what I want. I
have been praying and asking for guidance from Poppa upstairs, and
from friends, but really, I can do whatever I want to do. That is
the root of the problem. What do I want?
In another two years the garrison
where I work in Germany will be closed. I will be 53 yrs old. The
prospect of moving somewhere in Germany just to work is slim. My
daughters will both be getting ready to or will be out of their
mother's house by then and most likely in college. I enjoy Germany
but do not have any close ties, excepting my daughters. For me
financially, I will be doubly retired, with two plus checks coming
in. Child support will be mostly over. (I have daughters, so I know
will always be paying, gladly paying them) But the idea of living in
Germany, while my daughters are out and about living their lives,
does not make much sense to me. They are or will have reached the age
of spreading their wings and being fine young women, so the active,
poppa, father role time will be moving to the advice and love stage
of fatherhood.
That being the crux of the dilemma. I
will only be 53, far to young to pick out a rocker and a porch. Where
do I want to go and what do I want to do? I ask my Father, where I
would be of most use? Where can I be of help? I have the feeling he
is enjoying my struggle. For this is a by-product of sobriety, good
living, and doing the right thing. This freedom of choice. This, I
can do what I want.
My God knows I am struggling, and I am
sure in the right time (His, not mine) he will let me know. I know I
want to put down some roots. It seems every ten or so years of my
life I have been moving, or facing a life change so I know I would
like to have a base of operations I can call home. I know I will be
visiting Germany a couple times a year. I miss my daughters daily now
even when I can see or talk to them daily. I hate to think about not
being there, but I know it is the right thing.
more to follow, this is the writing to clear the mind sort of thing.