Reflections - The Endings Are Beginnings

When I started this blog I figured it would eventually have an ending. A happy ending. At least an ending that would bring closure and allow me to open a new era in my life. Maybe I'd end this blog and start a new one to begin a new book in my life. Not a new chapter but a new book. A new beginning. A new era.

Unfortunately I haven't started that new book. At least not yet. I'm still writing the chapters to this one. I've closed out a lot of things in my life and put so much behind me. I've moved on and moved forward which is a big step.

I thought the last line ever entered in this blog would be: "And the Pope and Sophia live happily ever after."

For whatever reason it didn't end that way. Sophia, like Rebecca, Violet and the Colombian ex, she's gone. Only God, or whoever is in charge, knows why. I'm disappointed things didn't work out or go as planned. Of course I was a little hurt too but things never got to deep with her. I liked her and cared, still care a bit, about her. Such is life.

So I've put the Sophia chapter of my life to rest. She joins those other women on the scrap heap.

What's next? I don't know.

Besides Sophia I closed out one other chapter. I'm completed the two year recovery program my job put me on after my DWI. It was stupid and they came down harder on me than the law. Like I did with probation, I did what I had to in order to keep my life intact. The program was mandatory and I had to comply or get fired. Probation required me to take a six week class, attend AA twice a week and don't drive for a year. Work required me to see a counselor, attend AA, take intensive randoms, complete abstinence and also see a therapist for depression. I survived both.

I'm still subject to random piss tests at work. According to the nurse my name goes into a bigger pool of names for the next three years. She said those names are called very infrequent. I averaged one test a month although sometimes it would be two or three in a month. Other times I'd go a while without one. The longest I went without my name called was three months. This month they've nailed me three times. It's truly random.

So that's where I'm at today. Closure and endings bringing on new beginnings.

I stated when I started writing that this was my little melodrama. It still is until the day I end it. With every melodrama comes a back story. With nothing going on in my life it might be time to tell mine.

Until next time,
The Pope