This month we get to officially turn up the volume on our gratitude. Those of us who are lucky enough to be in recovery know that gratitude on a daily basis goes a long way toward serenity. I want to go beyond the “obvious” ones – even though gratitude for waking up in the morning upon waking up in the morning is a great way to get on this powerful wavelength. Did you know that gratitude is said to be the frequency of abundance? The list goes on… What would you add to this endless list of affirmative gratitudes?
I live in thankfulness every day. I set a special intention this precious month when we set aside time to gather with friends and family members -some we easily adore, others who challenge us to practice the principles – and know we are willing and able to be thankful for each and all. I am grateful for the perspective I have gained in my recovery. I am grateful to be sober today and grateful for the tools to stay that way through all of the gatherings, and each of the emotions the holiday season brings.
I tried living my life and working my recovery with a spotlight on my flaws and my assets. It was tough. I felt lousy when I didn’t live up to an asset, and very guilty when I acted out on my defects. This thing called a “conscience” came alive. Day after day I became more uncomfortable in my life until I had to surrender once again. The words “all” and “entirely” provide a strong message to me. I couldn’t trim weeds from one area of the garden and expect weeds in other areas not to flourish.
Recently I had the opportunity to speak to a group of Normies about the 12 Steps. The phrase “12-Step Program” is so ingrained in our culture now, but beyond the phrase itself, therein lies a mystery. Many people don’t realize that there really are 12 Steps and that they are a step-by-step process for self-awareness, self-discovery, and self-improvement. Many may not know that each step is affiliated with a universal principle.
They say you should remember your last drink, but I was a messy, blackout, bottle-slugging drunk, so ‘drinks’ were just formalities – things I had in public when trying to convince you that I could drink like a gentlewoman. What I (constantly) did in my own time involved a steady flow of liquor where ‘drinks’ were kind of undefinable. So I don’t remember my last drink. But, as long as I live, I’ll never forget those liquor counters.
If I ever doubted that the promises are real and do come true, the events of this week would make a believer out of me. Ten years ago, none of this would have been possible. Nor would my perception be acute enough to appreciate the exquisite nature of divine wisdom.
Turn up the volume. Today, something a little different! To those who have been following along – thank you so much, and please take a brief minute to watch this short video clip that introduces my brand-new Kindle book, Think Right Into Limitless Sobriety Volume III, which is now available on Amazon – and it’s FREE through Saturday!
Early in my sobriety I began to realize that God was the things, or in or behind the things, or had created the things, that I’d loved my whole life. Bach cantatas, all flowers, all birds. The man or woman who suffered and who didn’t complain and who tried to help the next person. Oh—that’s God. The blue heron. The trees that changed color in fall . . .