When I hear someone say something like “keep trudging” or use some form of that word, I pretty much know that person is one of us. Based on the often-read and repeated passage from the Big Book “… and you will surely meet some of us as you trudge the Road of Happy Destiny.” I feel a kindred connection when I hear it, and if possible I like to make eye contact – wink, nod.
Exhaustion is a state of being that most moms understand all too well, even if they are not dealing with addiction or recovery therefrom. We have been conditioned to believe that we need to be able to be and do everything…work, raise children, keep a neat and tidy house, be involved in the children’s schoolwork and extracurricular activities and be a seductress in the bedroom. Wonder Woman incarnate. We get tired just thinking about it. Exhaustion affects us physically, mentally and emotionally. And we always seem to put ourselves last.
One of my loved ones, a normie who met me after I began navigating the road of recovery, noticed a 6-pack of beer in my fridge one day that hadn’t been there the day before. It aroused curiosity (and I later learned some anxiety.) I explained that I bought it for some beer-drinking company I was expecting. That was the end of it for me, but my love admitted to periodically peeking to see if anything had changed with the 6-pack status.
For the past 7 months I have been “abstinent” in Overeaters Anonymous. I define that abstinence by not adding sugar to what I eat, not eating something in which one of the first three ingredients is sugar, and not bingeing on food. I have been nicotine free following a 12-Step program for some 18 years. In one week I will be sober in Alcoholics Anonymous for 32 years. What does all of this really mean?
I know better than to judge others. But I often feel those of us working a program in recovery are higher up the food chain than others who stay asleep to the wonder of it all. I do think we are certainly more evolved – a better way to put it… I am thankful for the dark depths of addiction that made the light of sobriety so much brighter.
A recent 2-hour flight became a transformative lesson in flexibility and a chance to practice releasing the old, and embracing the new.
I’ve been an aisle person as far back as I can recall. Probably left over from my drinking days when I was restless, fidgety, and impatient. I needed frequent bathroom trips from the steady stream of liquids I consumed. Plus, I didn’t enjoy my passive / aggressive emotions toward the seat mates I had to climb over.
When I was in the first few, tender weeks of my sobriety, I distracted myself as much as I could. I went to countless meetings, walked the downtown streets, read, had coffee with folks and watched cheesy 70’s martial arts films. I ate cookies by the boxful. I did whatever I could to get away from my racing thoughts. I was unsure what to do with myself since letting go of the bottle. I knew I wasn’t alone, feeling so raw and unsure of what to do. I had heard others half-jokingly contemplate going back to drinking so at least they were doing something.
It goes without saying that the gifts of sobriety are innumerable.
Today, we wanted to share a list post that highlights some of the ways life is better clean and sober!
We’d love for you to add some of yours in the comments.