1 Step at a Time Mind Body Spirit
We are all under construction.
Woke up nice and early on a Saturday morning. Really early. Thinking about many things, several of which I could write about, but God had specific issues in mind for this entry. Okay, so up and at ‘em, coffee made and drank, breakfast eaten, and off to the races. Many have heard the term PINK… Continue reading Beyond the Pink
As I travel through relationships with others, I must keep in mind that recovery is a gift that keeps on giving, to restore my heart so that I might be of service to God in my interactions with those I love and have yet to love. Without working the principles of recovery, I become childish… Continue reading Love is…
Attraction. Excitement. Fun. All the things we enjoy about meeting someone and being in a relationship with them, especially that special someone. We date, spend time together and then a commitment is made. Years pass and the shine wears off, or at least it did in my case. I have been married twice. And I… Continue reading Fresh Start
Anger. It can separate us from our better judgement, from each other and from God. In my early life, I was not allowed to express anger about much of anything. So I didn’t understand how to express myself and my frustrations in a healthy way. When my anger did come boiling out, it was ugly. … Continue reading Anger and what to do with it.
Recovery teaches us that any decisions or actions that we take that are based in fear are likely to turn out poorly.
Early in my recovery process, I felt quite vulnerable. Even with my growing number of recovery tools, accountability partners and friends. And while still living in my stuff/dysfunction, I felt downright naked, without much covering at all. Let me explain. Before I found recovery (or it found me, however you want to approach it), I… Continue reading Arms-length
Attended a meeting tonight. It was a usual Monday night, in that I typically attend a meeting for recovery from my issues that I struggle with, such as using food inappropriately, and a tendency to act out in a codependent manner. The message was a teaching on relapse and the importance of prayer and meditation… Continue reading Spilling It
So getting real in our recoveries, and writing for real about recovery, means admitting I woke up this morning curled up with one hand behind my head and my other in a fist on my forehead. I also had one of our new songs earworming or ric-rolling (you choose) through my head, the words go… Continue reading Love and Pressing On
Took some time off. Really just headed out-of-town and left work and stuff behind. I had become pretty wound up in my calendar, and it was running me, instead of me running it. So, break time it was, and off I went. As we were driving about today, looking at the lovely fall landscape and… Continue reading Release the Greed
Doing the hard work lately. Y’know, the dig-deeper stuff that causes a bit of commotion and disruption. The kind of work where you are looking at some of your past experiences in light of your recovered self, and realizing how broken you really are, and feeling the grief right down to your molars. Yup. That’s… Continue reading Construction Zone – Grief
