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Words For The Weekend (Dear Sobriety…), Volume 39

This is the latest installment of quotes and words that move me for the weekend of 6/15/13 (Volume 39). I hope you enjoy them too.

I’m currently on a “summer / marathon training” schedule, so Words For The Weekend may not be posted on an as-regular basis. Feel free to visit the Weekend Words’ Archive during the interim if you need a music, quote or poetry fix. Have a wonderful weekend! 

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“My hands are shaking
But I can still pour the mistake that I’m making
And I’ll pour one more
It runs in my family, it runs in my blood
And just like my daddy, I can’t get enough
Every last drop I say is the last
Then I drive to the store and I fill up my glass

Dear Sobriety
Please come back to me…
I need you desperately
Dear Sobriety”

~ “Dear Sobriety” performed by Pistol Annies. Available on “Annie Up.”  Video HERE

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Alternate song: “Beautiful World” performed by Colin Hay on album “Going Somewhere,” video link HERE. (Originally shared in: “Perhaps This As Good As It Gets“)

“And still this emptiness persists
Perhaps this is as good as it gets
When you’ve given up the drink and those nasty cigarettes
Now I leave the party early at least with no regrets
I watch the sun as it comes up I watch it as it sets
Yeah this is as good as it gets”
 

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“There’a a phrase, “the elephant in the living room”, which purports to describe what it’s like to live with a drug addict, an alcoholic, an abuser. People outside such relationships will sometimes ask, “How could you let such a business go on for so many years? Didn’t you see the elephant in the living room?” And it’s so hard for anyone living in a more normal situation to understand the answer that comes closest to the truth; “I’m sorry, but it was there when I moved in. I didn’t know it was an elephant; I thought it was part of the furniture.” There comes an aha-moment for some folks – the lucky ones – when they suddenly recognize the difference.” ― Stephen King

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“Alcohol ruined me financially and morally, broke my heart and the hearts of too many others. Even though it did this to me and it almost killed me and I haven’t touched a drop of it in seventeen years, sometimes I wonder if I could get away with drinking some now. I totally subscribe to the notion that alcoholism is a mental illness because thinking like that is clearly insane.” ― Craig Ferguson, American on Purpose: The Improbable Adventures of an Unlikely Patriot

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“I think the warning labels on alcoholic beverages are too bland. They should be more vivid. Here is one I would suggest: “Alcohol will turn you into the same asshole your father was.” ― George Carlin, When Will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops?

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“It’s like when my doctor told me the story of these two brothers whose dad was a bad alcoholic. One brother grew up to be a successful carpenter and never drank. The other brother ended up being a drinker as bad as his dad was. When they asked the first brother why he didn’t drink, he said that after he saw what it did to his father, he could never bring himself to even try it. When they asked the other brother, he said that he guessed he learned how to drink on his father’s knee. So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.” ― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

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“There’s not alcoholic in the world who wants to be told what to do. Alcoholics are sometimes described as egomaniacs with inferiority complexes. Or, to be cruder, a piece of shit that the universe revolves around …

There’s a peculiar thing that happens every time you get clean. You go through this sensation of rebirth. There’s something intoxicating about the process of the comeback, and that becomes an element in the whole cycle of addiction. Once you’ve beaten yourself down with cocaine and heroin, and you manage to stop and walk out of the muck you begin to get your mind and body strong and reconnect with your spirit. The oppressive feeling of being a slave to the drugs is still in your mind, so by comparison, you feel phenomenal. You’re happy to be alive, smelling the air and seeing the beauty around you…You have a choice of what to do. So you experience this jolt of joy that you’re not where you came from and that in and of itself is a tricky thing to stop doing. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know that every time you get clean, you’ll have this great new feeling.

Cut to: a year later, when you’ve forgotten how bad it was and you don’t have that pink-cloud sensation of being newly sober. When I look back, I see why these vicious cycles can develop in someone who’s been sober for a long time and then relapses and doesn’t want to stay out there using, doesn’t want to die, but isn’t taking the full measure to get well again. There’s a concept in recovery that says ‘Half-measures avail us nothing.’ When you have a disease, you can’t take half the process of getting well and think you’re going to get half well; you do half the process of getting well, you’re not going to get well at all, and you’ll go back to where you came from. Without a thorough transformation, you’re the same guy, and the same guy does the same shit. I kept half-measuring it, thinking I was going to at least get something out of this deal, and I kept getting nothing out of it …

The good news is that by the second year, those cravings were about as half as frequent, and by the third year, half as much again. I’m still a little bent, a little crooked, but all things crooked, I can’t complain. After all those years of all kinds of abuse and crashing into trees at eighty miles an hour and jumping off buildings and living through overdoses and liver disease, I feel better now than I did ten years ago. I might have some scar tissue, but that’s alright, I’m still making progress. ” ― Anthony Kiedis, Scar Tissue

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“I sit there and think how it isn’t fair that I can’t drink at all, even a little. I realize I have crammed an entire lifetime of moderate drinking into a decade of hard-core drinking and that is why. I blew my wad.” ― Augusten Burroughs, Dry

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“Hitch: making rules about drinking can be the sign of an alcoholic,’ as Martin Amis once teasingly said to me. (Adorno would have savored that, as well.) Of course, watching the clock for the start-time is probably a bad sign, but here are some simple pieces of advice for the young. Don’t drink on an empty stomach: the main point of the refreshment is the enhancement of food. Don’t drink if you have the blues: it’s a junk cure. Drink when you are in a good mood. Cheap booze is a false economy. It’s not true that you shouldn’t drink alone: these can be the happiest glasses you ever drain. Hangovers are another bad sign, and you should not expect to be believed if you take refuge in saying you can’t properly remember last night. (If you really don’t remember, that’s an even worse sign.) Avoid all narcotics: these make you more boring rather than less and are not designed—as are the grape and the grain—to enliven company. Be careful about up-grading too far to single malt Scotch: when you are voyaging in rough countries it won’t be easily available. Never even think about driving a car if you have taken a drop. It’s much worse to see a woman drunk than a man: I don’t know quite why this is true but it just is. Don’t ever be responsible for it.” ― Christopher Hitchens, Hitch-22: A Memoir

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“I felt empty and sad for years, and for a long, long time, alcohol worked. I’d drink, and all the sadness would go away. Not only did the sadness go away, but I was fantastic. I was beautiful, funny, I had a great figure, and I could do math. But at some point, the booze stopped working. That’s when drinking started sucking. Every time I drank, I could feel pieces of me leaving. I continued to drink until there was nothing left. Just emptiness.” ― Dina Kucera, Everything I Never Wanted to Be

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“We’re all searching for something to fill up what I like to call that big, God-shaped hole in our souls. Some people use alcohol, or sex, or their children, or food, or money, or music, or heroin. A lot of people even use the concept of God itself. I could go on and on. I used to know a girl who used shoes. She had over two-hundred pairs. But it’s all the same thing, really. People, for some stupid reason, think they can escape their sorrows.” ― Tiffanie DeBartolo, God-Shaped Hole

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“A lot of people feel like they’re victims in life, and they’ll often point to past events, perhaps growing up with an abusive parent or in a dysfunctional family. Most psychologists believe that about 85 percent of families are dysfunctional, so all of a sudden you’re not so unique. My parents were alcoholics. My dad abused me. My mother divorced him when I was six… I mean, that’s almost everybody’s story in some form or not. The real question is,what are you going to do now? What do you choose now? Because you can either keep focusing on that, or you can focus on what you want. And when people start focusing on what they want, what they don’t want falls away, and what they want expands, and the other part disappears. (Jack Canfield)” ― Rhonda Byrne, The Secret

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Club Soda Nights — by Clinton B. Campbell

It’s usually at a party
when I’m holding a watered
down club soda, someone will
politely ask, “How you doin?”
or “What’s up?” The smell
of his gin is a bad memory,
tinkling ice cubes cut
into my spine and I blurt out,
“I’ve been sober 14 years.”

It stops meaningful conversation,
the party goers sail
a wide berth around me.
They hide their doubles
in plant stands, get nervous
as if I said I was contagious
and could infect their children.

They look at me as the kind
who drive old cars pasted
with new bumper stickers,
the slick cliché’s boasting,
“One day at a time”
or “Easy does it.”

My wife sees this,
makes a gesture to leave.
She starts with her best friend
tell her, tomorrow is an early day,
promises the hostess she will
call soon, chat, but she won’t.

We drive away in silence.
It’s times like these
I miss the old days, I want to
put the lamp shade back on my head,
do the bump and grind with
the blonde from the steno pool
and call in tomorrow, sick for a week.

She takes my hand, asks if I’m OK,
and we take the long way home.

 “Club Soda Nights” by Clinton B. Campbell, from After Shocks, The Poetry of Recovery

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Bonus song: “One Day at a Time” by Joe Walsh, from album “Analog ManVIDEO. (Lyrics)

Via Joe’s YouTube Channel: “This song is about my path out of the darkness of drug addiction and alcoholism. The message is that there is a way out and a new life waiting in recovery that is good. The first step is to ask for help… I’m doing this because if it helps 1 person – it was worth it. It’s by giving back that we receive and I am eternally grateful for my sobriety and my life today.” ~ Joe Walsh

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Squashing The Monkey Mind (Marathon Training Recap 1)

One week down, and only seventeen-ish to go!

OVERVIEW:

Quick version— I was scared. I was nervous. I did it anyway. It wasn’t that bad.

I didn’t know what to expect this week after not having run consistently for a while. Would I be able to breathe? Would I be able to run for three days in a row? Already, before I’d even started, my monkey mind was chattering away and going after all of my insecurities. I told a friend, “I hope I didn’t bite off more than I can chew. I guess I can always step-back to an easier training plan if this one is too much. But it’s so hard to take a step back, even if needed, when we’re so used to moving forward.”

Running is a lot like sobriety. The hardest is at the beginning. Hell, coming to a decision to do it, is the hardest, then getting going is next.

My monkey mind in the first ten minutes of my first run: “You haven’t run in forever! This is too hard. You’re crazy. Remember how it made you sick last year? You’re so out of shape. You bit off more than you can chew. You don’t really want to do a Fall marathon, let’s do a Spring marathon instead. You should go lay on the couch and watch Game of Thrones again (oh my god, did you see that wedding?! I read the books and all I can say is, “you know nothing Jon Snow.”) Wouldn’t you rather walk? You know the only reason you run is to lose weight–admit it–and did it melt off last year? No! You’re still fat. You should fast instead. After you eat that package of Fudge Grahams and that Newman’s Pizza you have hidden in the freezer. What you didn’t think I remembered that pizza? I remember everything! You know you’re going to eat it anyway, just go eat it now. You can run tomorrow.”

Geez. Chatty little mother monkey, huh? It spoke similarly when I decided to quit drinking:

“This is hard. This hurts. Nobody cares anyway. You can quit next week, this week is too tough, it’s not a good time. You can just have one–go buy the good stuff and treat yourself before you quit. You don’t have to really quit, you’re not an alcoholic, you’re just stressed. You can always quit tomorrow.”

Yeah, sorry to tell you folks in early sobriety, that voice never really goes away for good. But you do get better at ignoring it and at countering it with facts. Your feelings are not facts. That monkey voice is just white noise–there, but not there–you can tune it out, you can choose to listen to something else instead, you can call it a liar and tell it to F-off.

And that’s what I did. I heard those voices, but I did it anyway. And after running for a little while, it got easier, I started to feel good. I focused on this week’s plan alone and broke it down into bite-sized goals. (How do you eat an elephant? … One bite at a time.)

Could I run 26.2 miles today? Probably not. But did I last year? Hell yeah I did, with practice and training, I got stronger each week. And I can do the same thing now. I can focus on one week, one run, one chapter of the math book at a time (my mom always told me not to jump ahead in my books–”you’ll be smarter then, don’t worry!”), and pretty soon I’ll be running 26.2 miles again.

That’s the key to running a marathon, to getting sober, to accomplishing anything that seems too big to fathom. You take it one run, one step, one day at a time. You ignore the monkey mind. You put one foot in front of the other. And most importantly, you don’t give up, and you don’t quit.

source: I <3 to Run

source: I <3 to Run

And while you have to do it on your own–no one else can do it for you–by opening yourself up to others, you don’t have to do it all alone. Your friends will cheer you on and support you, and some of them may even join you.

SHOUT-OUTS:

A huge thank-you to those of you joining me! Many of you have opted to join in with fitness goals of your own, and one of you has even signed up for your first marathon in October! I’m excited and proud for each one of you. It’s not too late, you can always jump in for a week or two, any activity is better than no activity, right? Thanks also to those who will be cheering us on and doing a bit of dancing along the way; I’ll have some dance music each week especially for you.

Thirteenpointoneandone has signed up for her first marathon!

CarrieOnSober is getting back into half-marathon fitness!

Gus is undergoing PT for plantar fascitis, but is going to work through it and get back to 10-k runs by fall!

ByeByeBeer is going to run along and push herself for a fall 10-k goal!

OctoberONine is going to start running!

Char is hoping to strengthen her core and wonky hip (love the word “wonky”!), and will be dancing along with us (as long as no one is watching)!

Paul, and Mariner2Mother, and Lisa will be cheering and dancing along!

Madame Weebles says she sticks with fast walking. I told her that her power-walking friends need to stop passing me! I’m tripping the next one who tries to pass me. Fair warning. (Ooh, they should have shirts that say this on the back.)

Guap will be cheering and undergoing a rigorous and strict work-out of shoulder-lifts and bicep curls as he joins us in Master-Level-Chip-Eating. And hopefully acting as occasional DJ for us too!

And Josie, my inspiration for going public with my training, is on a steady fitness and cardio regime and has committed to daily activity and check-ins–she is currently batting 100. Way to go Wonder Woman!

PLAN AND GOAL:

Last week’s goal was 5 runs for a total of 24 miles, and yep, I met my goal!

This week’s plan calls for another 5 runs: Tuesday (3), Wednesday (5), Thursday (3), Saturday (5), Sunday (9). Just like last week, except one more mile on Sunday.

How was your week? Did you meet your goals? Do you have a plan for this week? Feel free to jump in anytime, even if just for a week! Do you have a monkey-mind too? If so, how do you get it to shut up?

MOTIVATIONAL PIC:

SERIOUSLY WHAT WAS YOUR EXCUSE

Source: I <3 to Run

MUSIC:

Thank goodness for music on my runs this week! Here are a few that helped me tune out my monkey chatter, with some special dance songs. Feel free to add your music suggestions in the comments, and I’ll add them to the recap next week. Or if you’d like to e-mail me some songs, I’ll share them anonymously for you. If you’re interested in playing DJ for a week and coming up with a varied 10 song playlist (with at least one dancing song), comment or e-mail me!

Don’t forget I keep a page solely for running music featured on my blog. Find it HERE.

Lust for Life by Girls  NSFW-language (love the lyrics though- “Oh, I wish I had a suntan, I wish I had a pizza and a bottle of wine, I wish I had a beach house, Then we could make a big fire every night, Instead I’m just crazy, I’m totally mad, Yeah I’m just crazy, and f’d in the head)

Today Was a Good Day by Ice Cube (NSFW-language)

Vegas by Sara Bareilles

Hey Ya by OutKast

— ever hear the stripped cover version of this song by Obadiah Parker?

Bright Lights by Gary Clark Jr.

 Dancing Songs:

I Love to Boogie by T Rex

Shake a Tail Feather by Ray Charles and the Blues Brothers

Suggestions from Gus last week:

“I Ran (So Far Away)” by Flock of Seagulls 

“Ankle Injuries” by Fujiya & Miyagi

“You Dropped a Bomb on Me” by the Gap Band

“Grind” by Tangerine Dream

“Elephant” by Tame Impala

Emailed suggestions:

Laura Palmer by Bastille

The Pan Within by The Waterboys

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If you’d like to listen to all songs on a loop, I set up a playlist on youtube HERE:

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Scattered, Smothered and Covered (My blog’s theme?)

I recently read a post on Carrie Rubin’s blog in which she mentioned that she usually doesn’t write or share something if it doesn’t fit with her blog’s “tone.” Soon after, I read a post on Madame Weebles’ blog that she doesn’t really have a theme or a “hook,” instead she prefers just “winging it.”

It got me thinking… Do I have a tone? A hook? A theme?

My blog is often a reflection of my life–a little bit scattered–smothered and covered–and rambly with a few recurring themes that somehow all link together at the end of the day, often via the strangest means, sometimes even via my love of bacon and monkeys.

I write about sobriety, though I wouldn’t call myself a full-fledged “sober blogger,” because I write about other stuff too. At two years sober, quite honestly, I don’t even think about sobriety every single day. Sobriety is just part of my life now, ingrained in me, like someone who has received a new heart or kidney via transplant–it’s part of me, and I need it to survive. I would get bored if I wrote about it every single day. I would get bored writing about anything every single day. But I do love reading sober blogs–they help me remember where I came from, and they give me a chance to support others in their sobriety.

I’ve had a handful of new followers lately, and I think a few of you might even be real people (as opposed to the proliferation of spam and business website followers). A couple of you may even be new to this whole sobriety deal, maybe taking part of the 100 day challenge of no drinking (curious? take a look at Belle’s blog HERE), and if so, yay!, congratulations! I will support you any way I can. Feel free to ask anything and comment freely on any post and check out my blogroll of other sober bloggers too.

While I don’t write about sobriety every day, I do write about living life sober–dealing with life’s ups and downs without drinking over any of the good stuff or bad stuff, even though there’s lots of temptation along the way (holidays, getting nitrous at the dentist, bad days, cravings, anger, your dog getting cancer, grief and depression, and more).

I love that I have blog friends and followers who don’t battle addiction. You show us “sober” folks that we’re not the weird, crazy outcasts that we often feel we are. Well, maybe we are weird and crazy, but you don’t care because you’re crazy too. We’re all a little crazy in our own ways. I think by focusing on those things we have in common, we can all learn a little from each other along the way. Plus, I know addiction touches many lives. Many of you have family or friends that battle, or have battled, addictions. More people can relate to addiction than not. While I know the word “sober” repels many folks from checking out my blog–their loss, right?–it just shows me the people who are here are pretty awesome.

Music, running, bacon, my zoo, and grieving my mom’s loss are all key themes too. I also share a “Words for the Weekend” post most weekends of music, quotes and poetry and other people’s works. It started whimsically, on a quiet weekend, when I was craving some inspiration. I’ve kept doing them because they inspire some of you too, they’re fun to do, and, hey, I love any opportunity to share music.

When I began blogging in April 2012, my theme was a bit wanderlust, “I don’t know where I’m running, I’m just running on…” I still don’t know where I’m running, but I am still going.

I’m still going, because life itself goes on.

Life goes on.

Maybe that’s my overriding theme? An awareness of passing time… Life goes on… No matter what happens–good, bad, or ugly–it goes on. And it will still go on without me, without you. Time stops for no one. Tick, tick, tick, each moment passes, and each is a moment we will never again have. How shall we spend those few precious moments while we are here?

Life goes on.

Life even geos on.

photo: Per Englund from book Life Geos On

Life Geos On
photo: Per Englund from book Life Geos On

I may be making some little changes to my blog format in the coming weeks. Adding some color, sprucing things up… but not too much, clutter stresses me out, and I am not exactly crazy about change. But I evolve (life goes on…) I’m even thinking about sharing more poetry and prose, and breaking out of my writing comfort zone a bit. I hope you’ll hang in there with me.

Oh, bonus points if you know where the scattered, smothered and covered reference comes from. And no, I don’t mean Hootie and the Blowfish, though they do a cool version of Tom Waits’ “I Hope That I Don’t Fall in Love With You.” (Waits original HERE)

Do you have a theme for your blog (or for your life)? Or do you prefer “winging it?” Do you like hash browns and Tom Waits? Any changes you’d like to see to my blog? Any thing I’d better not change? I’d love to hear from you! 

Addiction: A Family Affair

Reblogged from Black Box Warnings:

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I want to thank Eric for giving me the opportunity to write my brother's story. In doing so, I have a better understanding of his ordeal and his road to recovery. I want to thank my brother Tom for sharing his story with me. His hope is that it will help others fighting addiction.

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 If there is evil in this world, it is crystal meth.

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Join me in congratulating Amy's brother Tom on one year of sobriety and clean time! Amy shares, from a sister's perspective, Tom's powerful story of addiction to crystal meth and how addiction impacts everyone in its path. She also shares that there is hope, and that helping others may be one of the things that makes a difference in long-term recovery. Huge congrats on your one year milestone, Tom! You're an inspiration! ~ Christy

An Honest Post About Sobriety: It's not always easy.

Reblogged from One Girls Journey For a Better Life...:

I’m having one of those moments. You know the moment. The moment where you find yourself thinking “Do I really have a drinking problem?” I’m coming up fast on 10 months of sobriety. I’m focused on that big 1 YEAR mark, and I’m really excited about it, but the “Then what!?” creeps in. I’m not going to lie, sometimes it’s just the Milestone that I think is what keeps me going.

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ThirteenPointOneAndOne got sober at 25. She writes honestly about approaching the "big" one year mark, her mixed feelings about sobriety, being sober in her twenties, and living in a society in which alcohol has such an ever-looming presence. Check it out, especially if you are new to sobriety or love someone who is. The comments are extremely helpful too.

I Am Full of Insatiable Hope for 2013 (and an updated contact and resources page)

I’m a sucker for stuff like this (Google’s year-end video):

I’ve read and heard how so many of us are saying good riddance to 2012, but when I see videos like the one above, I’m reminded yet again of what a pretty awesome world we live in. (Don’t you love the polar bear at 2:22? Awwwww!)

2012, a leap year, was made up of 366 days that are now gone from our lives. We’ll never have those days or that time again. I don’t know about you, but I really don’t want to waste anymore of my days or squander time or spend my life living in the past when I have no way of knowing how much time I’ll have in the future. I’ve done enough of that. I’m ready to live.

I hope that everyone reading this is fortunate enough to live — truly live, not just exist – and to fully experience each of 2013′s 365 days. I hope they find you happy, healthy, kind and grateful.

I recently told a friend, “I am still full of insatiable hope.”

Insatiable… isn’t that a great word?

And it’s true, I am. Insatiable. I’m very very excited about 2013… Hopeful, optimistic, encouraged. I have a few key areas of my life I plan to focus on, and I look forward to using this blog as a way of capturing and sharing the highs and the lows of the coming year. Don’t worry, I’m working on that post now for later this week. While I’ve enjoyed my mini-hiatus, I’m excited about writing and running and searching and sharing with you.

* I recently updated my “Contact and Resources” page. If you would like to e-mail me for any reason, you’ll find my info there. And if you are starting this year a little less hopeful and excited than I, and you need some help from someone but you don’t know where to turn, I have a full listing of help and contact numbers and resources. Or if you are excited about getting sober or clean, you’ll find some links and info there too. (Don’t forget I keep a “Recovery Blogroll” of other great sober bloggers–many of whom focus primarily on sobriety in their writing. We all have our own styles and focuses, so check a few out if you are sober or working on it.)

I hope you all enjoy this first day of 2013! To my sober friends, isn’t it nice to not be hung over today?! To my non-sober friends, (in my whispered tone), been there done that haha, drink lots of water today and pop a few Advil and read this from lifehacker.

Good luck to my Georgia Bulldogs who play Nebraska in the Capital One Bowl today. Go Dawgs! Sic ‘em! Woof, woof, woof! (Yeah, it’s a Georgia thing. :) )

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Waking up this morning, I smile,
Twenty four brand new hours are before me.
I vow to live fully in each moment
and to look at all beings with eyes of compassion.  Thich Nhat Hanh

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It’s only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth – and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up – that we will begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it was the only one we had.  Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

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Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt, crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can,
tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely,
with too high a spirit to be cumbered
with your old nonsense.  Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Now I Want a Monkey

You’ve all seen the IKEA monkey right?

Cute little monkey in its cute little monkey coat. I want.(source: CBC News <a

Cute little monkey in its cute little monkey coat. I want.
(source: CBC News)

Well now apparently the monkey (Darwin) has been taken away because it is against the law to own a monkey in Toronto (link HERE), but that’s not why I’m writing this.

I’m actually writing this because ByeByeBeer wrote this great post “How to Wrap Presents With a Monkey on Your Back” HERE.

“I’ve learned I’m no superhero and that my life is much easier when I respect my limits.”

And sure it’s awesome because she writes about sobriety, antidepressants, and hot chocolate, but she also mentions those little wrist band pop-up tape dispensers.

Not my hand (Source: Scotchbrand.com)

Not my hand (Source: Scotchbrand.com)

And I  love those pop-up tape dispensers… Except when I have to refill them, which is often, because they never seem to hold much tape. Trying to pry the thing open and wedge the refill in and close the little door without pinching my finger is almost enough to make me miss the spiked egg nog.

I recently wrapped a couple of boxes in this really pretty heavy sparkly paper; I love the paper, it’s gorgeous, and it was a bit of a splurge because it wasn’t on sale, but in my mind it was worth it because I would ration it and only use it on special packages. Well let me tell you, that damn paper won’t hold any tape, the tape won’t stick to the paper! The ends keep popping up, the bows keep falling off… I’ve stuck about a roll of regular tape and a full dispenser of pop-up tape on one package alone and it’ll hold for an hour or so, but then I start hearing that crinkly-suctiony sound of the tape starting to unstick, and POP! all the ends pop open again. I finally got so frustrated that I grabbed the packing tape roll (you know that 3 inch wide super sticky tape the professional movers and the UPS store people use to seal up cardboard boxes?) and pretty much wrapped tape around and around and around the outside of all of the “special” packages. That fancy paper ain’t ever popping open again. I think I have found my new favorite wrapping-tape dispenser.

(Source: Staples.com)

Don’t ask how anyone will manage to actually open a package. I haven’t figured that part out yet. (Source: Staples.com)

Her post also made me think about monkeys. Hence the photo of the Ikea monkey and me remembering that I’ve always wanted a monkey.

If I had a million dollars, I would buy you a monkey, Haven’t you always wanted a monkey?

Why, yes. Yes I have always wanted a monkey thank you. But not if I ever plan to move to Toronto.

Barenaked Ladies, “If I Had a Million Dollars” on album Hits From Yesterday & The Day Before.

 

Cravings. Still. (“Are you so strong, or is all the weakness in me?”)

On Thursday, I will have 19 months of sobriety. You’d think by this point that I’d be “cured” and that the last thing in the world I would want is a drink.

You’d be wrong.

I have been plagued by casual little out-of-the-blue thoughts about drinking lately. One thought will start with “Wouldn’t a glass of wine taste good right now?” Another will come with, “Man, that beer looks good, I haven’t had one in ages.” And yet another will pop into my head later on, “Remember that feeling of ‘ahhhh…’ Wouldn’t that be nice?”

I don’t know if it’s this time of year, I don’t know if it’s stress. There’s a saying in recovery, watch out for HALT- don’t let yourself get too hungry, angry, lonely or tired. But I don’t really feel any of those feelings too overwhelmingly.

I don’t feel like I’m in any danger of drinking, but these feelings are totally irrational; they seem to come out of nowhere. I recognize how crazy the thoughts are, I know how fucked up my life was when I drank, I know how good things are now, I know one drink never did anything for me except make me want ten more. I can write a stupid book on gratitude and mindfulness and why I don’t need to drink, ever.

I wish it weren’t so, but some days I just really miss drinking. The thought of never having another drink again, never feeling that warmth, that relaxation, that buzz, well it just makes me sad. And then it makes me angry. And then I get mad at myself for even thinking about drinking in the first place. And then I start to feel weak- and I hate feeling weak.

And then I remind myself that any question that I had about maybe not being an alcoholic is just wishful thinking.

Could I have one night in where I drank and nothing bad happened? Maybe. Possibly. It would be like playing Russian Roulette though. And I don’t want to take that risk. There are plenty of days I don’t drink because of all the things that I have gained from sobriety and because of how my life is so much better now. But there are some days that I don’t drink simply because I don’t want the negative consequences. I don’t want to screw up my marriage. I don’t want to start arguments. I don’t want to start down that slippery slope. I don’t want to hurt myself or anyone else. I don’t want to end up in jail, in the hospital, or dead.

There are plenty of days I am grateful for what I have.

Today I am grateful for what I don’t have.

I just wish I didn’t have these damn cravings.

A wise friend reminded me in an email that these cravings, these crazy random thoughts, can be good things though:

These threats remind us how powerful this disease can be, how sneaky and insidious. I worry about the day when I might think how nice it would be to drink without immediately thinking “WTF?” because that apparently happens to some people who reach an otherwise “safe” place in recovery. We are never safe, so what you’re experiencing sounds normal as long as you get it out there and don’t keep it inside where it might go bad.

So this is me getting it out there. I don’t want to keep it inside. I don’t want it to go bad. I don’t want to drink, not really, not at my core. I don’t want these thoughts and cravings, but at least I am still able to think “WTF?” when I have them. I don’t ever want to get to a point where those thoughts are okay and perfectly reasonable to me.

I know a couple of you are feeling the pangs too (Sherry, Mrs D.); are these feelings wide-spread this time of year? What are some things you do to combat them? Is it a weakness, a blessing, or just normal for us to feel them?

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Song “The Weakness in Me” performed by Melissa Etheridge, video here, lyrics here. (Originally performed by Joan Armatrading, video here, album available here.) In my strange way, I can picture myself singing this about my drinking cravings, “Why do you come here, when you know I’ve troubles enough?”

Why do you come here
When you know I’ve got troubles enough
Why do you call me
When you know I can’t answer the phone

Make me lie
When I don’t want to
And make someone else
Some kind of an unknowing fool

You make me stay
When I should not
Are you so strong
Or is all the weakness in me

 

A “Grandmother’s” Second Sober Thanksgiving (If I Needed You)

I survived my second sober Thanksgiving. For the most part, it wasn’t bad. We had my husband’s grown sons here for the holiday. One son has MS and is a glass-half-empty sort of person. Pessimistic people tend to drain me, but this time I didn’t let his negative energy bring me down; more importantly, I didn’t try to fix him or his mood either. The other son has a sweetheart wife and an 18 month old son, with another on the way.

My husband and I both lost our moms last year, so in a way, it was nice to have family members around. In another way, it was a little stressful; I’m a very private person, even a bit of a recluse, and I’m not used to having people stay over. I used to feel like I had to be the perfect hostess when I had visitors to my home. Drinking helped me deal with that stress. I still felt some anxiety this year, but I either went to my mental happy place, or I hopped on the treadmill for a short run, or I took my own advice and just went into the other room for a break. I don’t think anyone even noticed if you want to know the truth. We tend to make things so much bigger in our minds.

It was interesting having a toddler in the house. I don’t have biological children of my own (my husband’s sons were already grown when we married), so I feel like I skipped motherhood and jumped right into grand-motherhood. That kind of freaks me out. I’m not even 40 and I’m a grandmother? How can I be a grandmother if I don’t even have children? Am I really a grandmother though? I don’t feel like a mom, except for to my pets and they’re all fixed, so no grandmother chances there. Ugh, I have lots of mixed feelings that I haven’t dealt with about “inheriting” a family. I’m sure I’m not alone in that regard; maybe I need to find that old Julia Roberts movie “Stepmom” again.

I do like the little guy though, more than I’d thought I would, and he seemed to like me too. Instead of grandma, he calls me Ci-Ci (short for Christy). And yeah, it was kind of cute when he ran through the house yelling, “Ci-Ci! Ci-Ci! Ci-Ci!” When he pointed to a picture of my mom on the wall and looked at me like, “who’s that?” my heart smiled. Maybe I can create my own almost-a-grandmother relationship with him. Maybe I can even let myself love him.

Drinking kept me at a distance from everyone; it was a security blanket, it helped me feel that no one else could hurt me. Now that I don’t drink anymore, I’m realizing that it’s okay to let people in, it’s okay to be vulnerable. It’s okay to let yourself love someone else and accept that they can love you just for who you are. Even if, especially if, that someone is an 18 month old boy who knows you only as his non-drinking, almost-a-grandmother, Ci-Ci.

I guess I really did have a lovely Thanksgiving. I have so much to be grateful for: my family, my health, my sobriety and my growing ability to love without fear.

If you notice that I’m not posting or commenting as frequently, I am just taking some quiet time to rebalance and recharge. Know that all is well here.

I hope today finds you in good health and in good spirits.

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Mentioning the movie “Stepmom” made me think of the Townes van Zandt song “If I Needed You”. Julia Roberts sings it in a hospital scene HERE. But I share a live performance by Emmylou Harris and Barry Tashian below. There’s something about the combination of Emmylou’s angelic voice, the lyrics, and the song’s simple sentiment that leaves me choked up by the end of the first verse.  (Video link HERE)

If I needed you would you come to me,
Would you come to me, and ease my pain?
If you needed me
I would come to you
I would swim the seas for to ease your pain

In the night forlorn the morning’s born
And the morning shines with the lights of love
You will miss sunrise if you close your eyes
That would break my heart in two

Sobriety During the Holidays (a Shared Post With “October O Nine”)

The holidays can be a time of major stress for the calmest of us. It’s a given then that holidays can be even more anxiety-provoking for those of us in recovery. My intent was to write a post about this stress and how to best handle it without being triggered to drink, but my dear blogging friend October O Nine already did so. With her permission (thank-you!) I am sharing her post at the bottom of this message.

To my sober or recovering friends, remember it’s okay to step away from a stressful situation. It’s okay to take a breather. It’s okay, and it is crucial, if you need to do so to maintain your sobriety.

Mark Twain once said, “It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt.”

I change this around during trigger situations when I need a time-out to: “It is better to be thought rude and sober than to be undoubtedly rude and drunk.” My sobriety has to come first. It’s not rude. It’s not selfish. It is life-saving. If I do not put my sobriety first, then nothing at all can come second.

For my friends outside of recovery, if you are hosting a holiday event, please give a thought to those guests who may not be drinking for any variety of reasons. Please understand if a guest needs a quiet moment on the porch or in the other room. Please offer a few fun non-alcoholic beverage options other than water: sparkling waters, teas, coffee, fun fruity sodas and juices are just a few ideas. And if someone declines a drink, please do not continually offer or make silly jokes as to why someone is not drinking. Your efforts and support will be noticed and appreciated!

Do you have any tips for maintaining your sobriety or minimizing stress during the holidays? Do you have a favorite non-alcoholic beverage?

(Have an exit strategy; bring your own car if possible, don’t be dependent on another if you need to extract yourself from a stressful situation. Bring your own fancy n/a beverage. The bathroom makes an excellent escape room! Have at least one person who knows that you are not drinking; give them a nod or a look if you are “having a moment.” * My favorite drinks are rooibos red tea and Perrier sparkling water.)

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Please enjoy October O Nine’s post, “Caution! Earth People Ahead!” Stop by her blog sometime; she is an amazing lady, a talented writer and I am so grateful to have her as a friend in sobriety.  I thank her again for allowing me to share her work with you all.

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Caution! Earth People Ahead! (BY OCTOBER O NINE)

Thanksgiving is coming up next week. I always like to repost something I wrote back in 2010 on my second sober Thanksgiving in memory of my first so I can share my lessons learned from that first holiday with my readers who are new to sobriety! XO
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This is my second sober Thanksgiving, and I am so much calmer about the impending scene which will play out in a few hours. I got sober in October of last year so I was shaking in boots anticipating what the hell I was going to do when I got to my parents’ house.

Historically, I would walk in the door, my children would make a run for my father’s Lionel train set in the basement and I would head for the kitchen to get down to the important business of fixing a drink and mowing down snacks. I could hang around the kitchen for hours with the family and relatives and endure any unpleasant comments or annoying barbs because I had my iron shield: booze. I don’t even think half the stuff even registered. In my mind, it was a great time and lots of laughs. If I could drink, I could allow and put up with anything.

Last year, my plan was to bypass the kitchen and follow the kids into the basement. I started off there and then slowly wandered upstairs, peeping around the corner, cautiously stepping into the Earth People Zone. There I found people who were already tipsy. It was a tough room. A passive aggressive comment here, and plain old aggressive jab there. Later, my mother, delivered the verbal equivalent of the Karate Kid Crane Kick to my husband when she stated that she thinks my son is a genius and obviously got it from HER side of the family. I quickly said, “She’s kidding, she’s kidding, right Mom? You are kidding,” to which she emphatically replied, “No, I’m not.” My husband is still smoldering about it.

Anyway, I know this year that the kitchen area, otherwise known as the drinking arena, is not a safe place for me. We are told in recovery to protect our sobriety by changing our people, places, things, but on days like today, we don’t have a lot of options. We need to change people, places, things on a smaller, more precise scale. Drinkers are in the kitchen? Spend most of your time in another room or outside taking a walk. Peek your head in sporadically to make an appearance, if you must, but then retreat. Drinkers are the adults? Be the stellar aunt and play with all of the children in a different room (the drunken parents will think you walk on water for removing their children from their work (drinking) area, I know I used to!). The snacks are located in the same room as the drinkers? Fix a platter for yourself (“oh this is for kids”) and leave the area. Remember that every day is OUR day in recovery. We now celebrate everyday and we purge our fears, anger and sadness daily to our sober sisters and live happy, joyous and free. Most Earth People don’t; they swallow their anger, bury their fears and suppress their sadness, telling themselves that soon it will be the holiday, they will have their food, family and drinks around them for the day and everything will be alright in the world. But today’s expectations are tomorrow’s resentments and they will be into the drinks and that anger, fear and sadness will start to bubble to the surface and whoever is present is going to bear the brunt.

If this is your first sober Thanksgiving, protect your sobriety. Remember it is better to understand than to be understood. People don’t understand why you are not drinking? F `em. Don’t feel the need to explain yourself; don’t feel the obsession to be understood. Instead, understand why they do what they do, say what they say, feel what they feel (when they choose to let themselves feel). Whatever you do, don’t drink over it. And don’t feel envious of them. In most cases, their insides do not match their outsides, as much as they work to make you believe that they do!

Peace and Joy on this sober Thanksgiving.

Note:  Last year was my third sober Thanksgiving and I was right there in the Earth People Zone.  It was no longer an issue or a big deal.