Thank you dad … It’s nice that the memories get sweeter with time. I am still learning to appreciate life while it’s happening. Thank you for our beautiful home. I didn’t appreciate it until I had my own to take care of. Thank you for fun summer days …
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sobriety
If your new year resolution was to get sober, one of two things has happened. I am hopeful, for you, that it was success—statistics suggest otherwise. If you find yourself in the “I’ve relapsed” category there is still good news. Failure provides us with an accurate gauge for …
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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 →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 …
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 →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 →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 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 …
Read more →What I heard sobriety felt like … What it really felt like once I got started …
Read more →A quick Sunday thank you to all the Sober Identity followers. This blog has afforded me, not only the opportunity to share the principles in the book, but the warm friendship of fellow journeyers. The quality of my sobriety (aka my life) has been enriched beyond measure. What …
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