Ironhonkey has turned the most difficult corner and has accepted that he’s got a problem. Since seeing it, he hasn’t turned back. I’ve watched him struggle with himself, and sometimes the weakness gets in a good shot or two, but he doesn’t fall down and lay down.
The details are unimportant. What matters is he’s owning himself. There’s no metaphorical “struggle”, no “fight with demons”, no “bad habits”; he is paying attention to his actions, his thoughts, his words.
Sure, he’s slipped up. Everyone slips up. Slipping up is the epitome of the human condition. But, finally, and without fanfare, there are no excuses.
Keep on, Baby.