Five miles into the woods, five miles out of the woods.
Recovery is a journey. In early sobriety I didn’t know that or understand it when people tried to explain it to me. It’s not like magic and everything turns to unicorns and rainbows the day you stop drinking. The longer I stay sober, the more I realize that as my drinking progressed, I moved farther and farther from the norm in every way. Returning my thinking and my behavior to acceptable standards would take a similar amount of time. For me, it was important to remember that we strive for progress and not perfection. That thought keeps me from being too hard on myself when I fall short. I drank for a lot of years, and my recovery will take a lot of year. If I overthink this saying, I might conclude that someday I’ll be fully recovered. That may be true in a lot of ways, but there is always room for growth.