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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Just because I no longer drink doesn’t mean I don’t have an anti-Lisa still living within me. My god, she can be unbearable too. Her bright idea today was to not post. It’s been so long anyway, another week won’t matter. I used to think it was the …
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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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I wrote my life in ink, not pencil. I can go back and strike through it, but it can never be undone—erased. I can’t choose yesterday again. Erasers remove the error on my son’s math homework, they do not eliminate, or fix, my yesterday. My yesterday is un-alterable. …
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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 →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 …
Read more →I tentatively side-stroke toward the Paradisus pool bar in Cancun. It’s packed with spring-breakers eager for their cocktails. It’s all inclusive. Translation: It’s already paid for. I can drink for free. I can do this. I will get my diet soda and glide away. Easy breezy. There—six inches …
Read more →I remember the day I decided to stop drinking. I honestly thought it might be a little challenging, maybe even uncomfortable, but it never genuinely crossed my mind that it was going to be difficult—near impossible. I still believed I was a normal drinker and normal drinkers can …
Read more →I love drinking. Drinking makes me feel better. Drinking is the answer. Drinking is the question. Drinking is fun. I’m more interesting when I’m drinking. Alcohol is only a problem when there isn’t enough. Life is better with a drink. My family loves it when I’m drinking.
Read more →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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