Getting sober is just the beginning. Life rolls out the red carpet when we fully step into recovery and let it be our permanent mindset. Let the fun begin and let it continue! What can you add to this list?
Here are some examples of contrary actions for “Life’s Little Moments”––what would you add to this list?
Take a walk instead of a nap… Take some deep breaths instead of speaking out in anger at someone… Give someone a compliment when feeling envious or less-than… Make amends instead of plotting revenge… Engage in visualizing the life of your dreams instead of engaging in “morbid reflection…”
Whether you’ve been sober for 10 hours or 10 years, it’s a great beginning. You may have noticed it keeps getting better. Life rolls out the red carpet when we fully engage with our recovery program and keep open at the top. Wonderment ensues. What can you add to this list?
Getting sober is just the beginning. Life rolls out the red carpet when we step fully into recovery. Our “List Post” for this month includes 10 things we can do to thrive! What can you add to this list?
Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose… That rang true for me in the past when I was closer to the bottom. Now it just sounds cynical and sad. Freedom today is just another word for appreciating all of life’s pleasures and treasures, and not the tangible things. Like the things on this list…
There are times when the question “What do you mean you don’t drink? Why not??” comes up. Recognizing that not everyone gets it, and I really don’t feel the need to explain anymore, I still sometimes want to say, “No, really it’s OK, in fact it’s better than OK – being a sober alcoholic in recovery is magical, it’s beyond my wildest dreams.” I looked up the definition of “sobriety.” No wonder people are distressed for me. Words like: somberness; solemnity; seriousness; sedateness; staidness; subdued; grave demeanor were there.
My alcoholism took root in the 70s, even though I thought I was having the time of my life. My memory is spotty, though it’s returning more and more as I develop the capacity to view it from a distance––all part of the mosaic portrait I am learning to accept with compassion and even love. Something I do remember from the 70s is the iconic songbook of Paul Williams. Songs people of my generation can probably sing word for word, even if we haven’t sung them in years. Rainy Days & Mondays; Just An Old Fashioned Love Song; We’ve Only Just Begun… and the list goes on and on.
By no means a complete list–really just a beginning, and I’m sure I’ve omitted some obvious ones. Feel free to add your favorites; I just like the number 12. Whether I pick up any of these to read a page, paragraph, chapter, or the whole thing, I always come away re-minded.