One day at a time. One. Day.

These are difficult and painful times here at the house of vodka, for a myriad of reasons.

Out of respect and love for most of the participants, I will decline from writing about it here.

I will, however, share a thought.

I have been feeling over the years a heavy weight tied to my heart. It has pulled me slowly but surely down deep into an abyss, of which I feared no escape.

Through a great tragedy I was offered a ray of hope. It reminded me that this fragile, wondrous life of ours is short, and the only person steering its course is the captain: yours truly.

Without being aware of my true course, I have taken steps to right my way. I have slowly begun to shed the heavy fingers dragging me towards the bottom, and have realized that with one strong push I might be able to begin the journey to the surface.

And you know what I decided to do?

I pried the last of the fingers away from my heart, and I pushed.