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Where’s Your Comb? Take It One Tangle At A Time.

Be your own comb. Only you know how best how to work your comb through your own hair. Stop giving away your power by handing your comb to someone else. Find your own answers. It’s impossible to conceive a question about something having to do with your own abilities without also having the answer –Continue reading “Where’s Your Comb? Take It One Tangle At A Time.”

Where Does This Notion Come From That Once We Get Sober Everything Is Going To Be Right In The World?

It’s not. It never was. Or maybe it always has been because imperfection IS perfect. Regardless. We alcoholics missed out on a lot of the drama because we were too busy creating our own by getting drunk. Life, people, complications at work, our feelings – they come in at us like a tsunami during sobrietyContinue reading “Where Does This Notion Come From That Once We Get Sober Everything Is Going To Be Right In The World?”

Step 8 ~ “Made a list of all persons we had harmed, and became willing to make amends …

…To Them All.” From AA. ~~~~ I’m willing. But how can I tell if they feel or felt harmed? Do I ask – like – everyone I ever knew? That’s a lot of people – at least 26 to be sure. Alina, Bethany, Cindy, Delores, Frank, Grant, Harold, Iggy, Jake, Kitty, Loraine, Missy, Nadine, Oscar,Continue reading “Step 8 ~ “Made a list of all persons we had harmed, and became willing to make amends …”

AA Step 6 ~ Were entirely ready to have God remove all these defects of character.

Entirely ready? God’s going to remove all of them? What if I need one later? What if I remove my defects myself through the practice of honesty and self-awareness, doing my best to make right choices and acting in integrity? Then I could say Iā€™m actually in the process of working on this stuff ā€“Continue reading “AA Step 6 ~ Were entirely ready to have God remove all these defects of character.”

Where Did You Get That Guarantee? And Who Wrapped It?

I’m starting to realize that one thing Life doesn’t offer is guarantees. And if Life doesn’t offer them, how the hell can a person or a group offer and then uphold them? Think about it. Are we really, truly, honestly, shits and giggles aside, ever guaranteed anything? And if we’re not, does this make usContinue reading “Where Did You Get That Guarantee? And Who Wrapped It?”

What Does It Look Like If You’re Loved TOO MUCH?

Maybe the better question is, what does it feel like? What does the line look like that divides love from obsession – or at the very least – preoccupation? How are we supposed to step away from it if we can’t identify it? Jeez! Think about it. If someone is, at the very least, preoccupiedContinue reading “What Does It Look Like If You’re Loved TOO MUCH?”

O, The Lies I Told Myself.

I’m good. I’m really good. I can tell myself anything and believe it – if I want to. Especially when it comes to alcohol and drinking. I used to say to myself, “I’ll have just ONE drink. It’s a special occasion – it’s St. Patrick’s Day” Or, “It’s Wednesday, Fuck it.” Or, “The sun cameContinue reading “O, The Lies I Told Myself.”

Oh, SNAP. In Sobriety, I’ve Discovered A New Addiction To Multiple Things.

What-O-What am I supposed to do now that I’ve acknowledged my new addiction to kindness, hand holding, soft kisses, Mochas, helpful intentions, honesty, smiles, children laughing, babies smiling, warm covers, and good milk chocolate? Hm. Maybe Life’s just not so bad after all …

No, Actually, You DON’T Get It!

Alcoholics, Addicts and a few others don’t seem to fully comprehend the fact that their existence on our planet is temporary. As in – there is no more waking up. No more coming around. No more snapping back into it. No more pulling it together. No more chances. My age definitely has something to doContinue reading “No, Actually, You DON’T Get It!”

You Have 9 Minutes Left On The Clock Of Your Existence.

Nine meager minutes! When I’m on the Elliptical and still have another nine minutes to go – that feels like a freakin’ eternity, but if I had only nine minutes left before the alarm rang on my life? Well – – SHIT! I would send my loved ones texts and then I would probably setContinue reading “You Have 9 Minutes Left On The Clock Of Your Existence.”

Repetition Is Not My Cup Of Tea.

I might make it two weeks – repeating the same things – before I start rolling my eyes and trying not to pull out the hair I have left. There are numerous avenues that I could take around this subject- repetition – but I’m going to pick just one. It’s called “Hush up a minuteContinue reading “Repetition Is Not My Cup Of Tea.”