The Best Mexican Food I Ever Ate was Served Without a Margarita
But did include a heaping basket of hope
My first year in recovery from alcohol use disorder was a whirlwind of rebuilding a life I’d tried to destroy by consuming ever greater quantities of alcohol.
While I once had a life running my own business — consulting on advocacy, communications, and policy for nonprofit groups — my new work world was much different.
I knew that priority one was maintaining abstinence from alcohol use.
My schedule of writing for a single, low-demand client and teaching a couple of college classes gave me time to focus on recovery.
It wasn’t terribly remunerative, however, and I was growing restless.
My recovery started in January, and by summer, I was eagerly applying to many jobs.
I even had a few interviews.
By fall, I’d filled out my schedule by adding a class at the women’s prison. I’d also been a finalist for a few interesting and decent-paying jobs.
As the semester started, I felt hope.
And, I began the interview process for an advocacy group — the type of work I’d done a lot of before.
