As a coach by occupation and a spiritual seeker by nature I find my world is riddled with more questions than answers. Even when I find an answer it begets more questions. I am learning to acquiesce to this apparently never ending cycle of learning. But I’m not …
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Universal Laws for Sobriety
Somehow, somewhere, someway, I have felt that Creator has forgotten about me. While I know (in the truest part of me) this is not possible, I have still fallen prey to this mindset on more than one occasion this past month. The culmination of an ant infestation, an …
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I love to beat myself up over every little thing I don’t get quite right. The words were thoughtless, the syntax confusing, the tone ambiguous, should have exercised, or shouldn’t have eaten that. I live with regret, despite that I am now taught otherwise. Am I to not regret the …
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The longer I am sober the more I appreciate the darkness. It forces me to engage. It forces me to see things anew. The very notion of darkness implies that I will need to interact in an unfamiliar manner. The goal has always been to get out of …
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Pain—an ache from which I seek relief. Pain—a feeling to be avoided. Pain—a thing I had hoped could be eliminated. There is this illusion that a sober life will be a pain free life; I will eventually arrive at this sunny place of completeness accompanied by a pain-free …
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Spirituality is a controversial topic in general, but a particularly heated topic for newly recovering addicts. If I am a believer it’s a non-issue. If I’m not a believer it can make or break my future. Do I need to see to believe or do I believe to …
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Last week’s post comment, via ByeByeBeer, spurred this post on the Pendulum. The Pendulum is a staple in my toolbox. When I first got sober I was under the illusion that I was going to actually rid myself of my yuckier side. I did rid myself of …
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I can picture no element of gratitude. I feel insignificant, bleak—dare I say annulled. There is no half-full or half-empty because there is no glass. There is no leap, for I have no wings. I was mistaken. I cannot make sobriety work for me. She asks me to …
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Like much of humanity I have believed aesthetic beauty as real beauty. And by beauty I mean (shamefully) more worthy. As if a thing is more loveable because it possesses appeal. Sight, via my eyes, was my pathway to beauty or lack of. My longing to be visually …
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A big block in my recovery from alcohol addiction (and addictions that followed) was deciphering the difference between seeing the situation for what it really was versus seeing the situation for how I hoped it was. Looking back I can see that I was more or less under …
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