- Joshua Sherman Productions
- Benjamin Lerner
After carrying the carpet back into my apartment and placing it on the ground, I took a moment to acclimate to my new surroundings. As I pensively paced through the room, I began to hear a high-pitched ringing in my ears. After struggling to identify the source of the discordant din for several minutes, I came to a humbling realization: It was the sound of complete silence. I had spent the past several years of my life in a densely populated city, and I had become desensitized to high levels of background noise to the point where I was uncomfortable and antsy without the sounds of passing cars and honking horns.
I heaved a heavy sigh of relief as my propane heater came to life with a low and eerie hum. The mechanical whir was a welcome distraction from my rapidly accelerating train of thought. Although I was incredibly grateful to be working as a paid musician for the first time in my life, I was still grappling with doubts regarding my ability to perform under pressure and adapt to my new environment. I had come further than I had ever thought possible in my recovery, but I was still scared of failing and disappointing myself.
Suddenly, I began to feel my stomach rumble. I looked down at my phone to check the time and saw that it was almost midnight! In my haste to prepare for my recording session, I had forgotten to take a trip to the grocery store. Unfazed, I clicked on a food delivery application on my phone and began to search for a local restaurant that could deliver a nourishing meal to my doorstep. My heart sank when I read the following message on the screen: “There are no restaurants offering delivery in your area.”
I began to tense up and panic as I ran to my refrigerator in search of a snack that could tide me over through the night. The empty shelves I found inside served as a perfect metaphor for my emotionally drained mental state. I had made every effort to prepare myself for my transition from urban to rural life, but I had fallen short. I hung my head in shame as I pondered my fate. I didn’t know if I was strong enough to adjust to my new reality.
It was then that I experienced a life-changing epiphany: Every problem that I was presented with was actually an opportunity for growth. Instead of allowing myself to wallow in my hunger and melancholy, I opened up my phone and began to search for a nearby grocery store. After finding one miles and miles away, I laced up my boots, zipped up my coat and headed out into the snowy unknown. I was tired, frightened and out of my element, but I was far from broken.
Recovery had taught me that growth never came without significant adjustment, and I was excited to enjoy every awkward and challenging moment of my transition into the next phase of my life.
Always remember:
Keep moving forward.
Run towards the truth.
Don’t quit before the miracle happens.
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