My Cup Runneth Over With Creed.
An old saying always comes to mind when I think about my recovery. "It takes a village." I had so much love and support from so many people when I first got sober. I was fortunate. It would have been impossible to accomplish that on my own. My village was as much bustling as it was desolate. It was vast, and it was small. My village was sometimes accessible and sometimes remote. My village was populated with family, friends, doctors, co-workers, peers, and mentors. My village was filled with love and patience, encouragement and understanding. It was also filled with music. It was everywhere. Music became the soundtrack to my life. It followed me, blasting from a boombox on my shoulder. There weren't many artists on the soundtrack. As a matter of fact, it was composed, in its entirety, by one band. Creed. Before I continue, I need all Creed haters to chill. I know there are a lot of you out there. I admit, their lead singer, Scott Stapp seemed kind of douchey, and yes,