Gone are the days where all that mattered was my next fix of Southern Comfort and disco lights
When the adrenalin would circle rapidly around my body when one of my favourite songs came on.
And gone are the days when injuries were sustained falling off the stage/stairs/ my own feet.
I now have a new fix, it overpowers the old urges I used to get, and it could possibly cost me a lot more than the old one, but at least I’ll have something to show for it.
I’ve heard the knock at the door a hundred times before, but now it’s my adrenalin rush being delivered.
My hearts racing as I rip open the plastic wrapping, then the sodding tissue paper (nice touch but right now I couldn’t care)
And tadaaaaaaaaaaa here it is the arm/leg/body/centre piece to a new creation.
It’s 8.30am and I NEED to fire up the sewing machine and put life into this flat new-born fabric.
But what buttons, ribbon, stitch, sequins?
I have officially flip my life 180 degrees and come out the other side of alcohol comatose into a material heaven.
I’m still in there somewhere, I know this because when handed 2 free bottles of Blueberry vodka ……. my heart skipped.
Unlike before I would have bought enough lemonade to drown the 2 bottles, now I see cocktails and shooters.
I am not new I just controlled the old.