I am still trying to explain the awesomeness of recovery to those new in recovery. It’s a challenging topic to describe because there is no logical point of reference for something you’ve never experienced. What I try my best to convey: If you can just dig in for …
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Being a SpongeBob fan of sorts, I am humorously reminded that technique can make or break my success. In the Bubble Stand episode, SpongeBob is blowing intricately shaped bubbles but only after a long and seemingly unnecessary set of motions (aka technique dance). Squidward, irritated with SpongeBob’s shenanigans, …
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Being an addict can feel, initially, like obligatory reflection. Reflection—one of the things that drives us to drink in the first place. We aren’t good feelers. As I look back on my early recovery I can see that everything was exacerbated. Good feelings were REALLY good and bad …
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My last September Sunday to squeeze in a post. In the spirit of keeping my “monthly post” commitment I’m getting this up here today. It’s a little less polished than I prefer, but—oh well. Personal stuff: Life is good, as my perceptions continue to transform. I am happy …
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It’s just not enough to “want to change.” Want. It’s a word that leaves me hanging for more. It’s a perpetual state of never having—just longing. All my positive affirmations and wanting, as of late, have only produced more wanting and more longing. On the tail end of …
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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 …
Read more →Today I am feeling like a regular-not-alcoholic girl who doesn’t want to talk about sobriety. Honestly, I’m feeling exhausted with the topic. That being said, everything—for alcoholics—manages to weave itself back into the fabric of sobriety. Why? Because for those of us that fall into the category of …
Read more →Where’s mine? This was the basic theme of my life. My whole life. Especially through early sobriety. If I was going to have to give up alcohol and suffer the horrors of an alcohol-free life I was deserved of some type of compensation. After all, it wasn’t fair …
Read more →Where are those magic words? Those words that let the reader know I understand. I understand where you are, but if you can just trust there is another way, I promise there is. Active alcoholism, especially when in it, is the worst kind of torture. Non-addicts have no …
Read more →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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