Puzzle pieces

I've been trying to figure out, for the last few months, what I used to do before I met Sarah to get by. Tonight it occurred to me. I used to drink, a lot. More than I cared to admit. I'd come home, fire up WoW (or head down to Mulligans), and drink. The last 3 months I haven't been drunk very often. I've had to deal with it or find some other way to feel okay. How did I come to this conclusion? I'm making a collection of empty bottles tonight. What's different? Everywhere I look I have something to be happy about.

I can walk out front and see where I pulled a metric shit ton of weeds and be happy about it. I can walk out back and see the patio I built with my grandpa, and my well cut lawn, and my rose bush, and my vines. I can sit here on my couch and see the clean and the work I've put in. You don't get that in an apartment. You have to go out and be busy. It's always someone else's work around you.

I dunno. It sucks to not have someone to share it all with. It sucks to feel like I need to hit the sauce for a few nights to deal with it. Despite that I think I'm leaps and bounds ahead of where I was a year or two ago. If I wanted, right now, I could crank my TV and yell for hours. No one would care and the peace and serenity would remain undisturbed. Good luck with that in your cramped apartment.