Recovery = integrated life

Power and control. This is the third item on the list in the talk given a few weeks ago at the meeting I attended. It can lead us into addictive and dysfunctional behaviors. For me, power and control was my drug of choice. Forget alcohol, or mind-altering substances. I loved, no, I thirsted after power… Continue reading Recovery = integrated life

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The bumpy road 🚧

In recovery, we will have bumpy road. It’s not a case of if the road is bumpy. It just will be bumpy. Kind of like those old-time westerns, where people are riding a wagon train, and you watch the wagon pitch and rock as the horses pull the wooden wheels over the hard-rutted ground. Some… Continue reading The bumpy road 🚧

Letting go, bit by bit…

Cold and crisp today. Wet too, though I did not spend much time outside. Mostly, I cooked stew and started holiday decorating. I only assisted this year, letting the spouse do most of the actual decorating, whereas years past, I would do most of it to my specific liking, and then get his input, mostly… Continue reading Letting go, bit by bit…

Monday’s choice…

It was a rainy and cold day. The rain was a bit sporadic. And I bounded out of bed with purpose, after having spent the night trying to figure out why I was so discontented. Usually, when we are discontented with something in our lives, it speaks to something that is wrong or discordant inside… Continue reading Monday’s choice…