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My sobriety anniversary is very important to me and it’s coming up here soon, but it doesn’t quite move me the same way December 13th does. December 13th, today, happens also to be my birthday, but my God, I’m 44 years old. My “birthday” is not really a big deal anymore. No, the anniversary I [...]
I am really feeling grateful for my life today. And I’m feeling especially grateful for the time that I spent with my sponsor up in Atlanta and everything that has followed.
Friday night I got to take one of my favorite people, Jill, the friend who let me detox at her house, out for dinner at [...]
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Atheist.
Two and a half years sober and I find myself so fucked off about the conception of god that I got sober with that I can’t live joyfully. In all likelihood I just haven’t given myself enough time to heal or something but at the moment it seems like the “power” that got me [...]
Nobody told me that, and honestly, I’m not sure I would have been able to hear them if they did, but man-o-man it is an important thing to realize. That’s my experience anyway.
You see, this isn’t my first rodeo. I had over 2 years sobriety on another occasion and I suffered a major illness. I [...]
It’s the first day of recovery, again, for my first sponsee, Joe, who had the courage this morning, to admit that he relapsed. Perhaps it wasn’t courage really so much as the absense of an adequate denial. And perhaps it’s not the first day of a new recovery. Okay. Let me just be honest. He’s [...]
I have learned that it is not a great idea to move during the final week of a class. I am not done moving. I am behind on my homework. I’m tired.
Class got out at 7:40, which meant that I could make it to my favorite meeting. Behind on everything or no, I have my [...]
After taking a coin for my 2nd year sober (today) in a meeting tonight I was surprised to hear descriptions of me as I was during the first part of my recovery. My first sponsor’s wife said that she had been scared of me. “Don’t let that freak in my house,” she had told him. [...]
Finally. The days are getting longer. I start getting sad in September when the color of the light changes. More than any other month, bad things have happened to me in December. Apprehension and all the demands for merriness combine to make me feel guilty, as well as sad. If there ever was a time [...]
I don’t know how I’ve never happened on this verse before. I’m not a huge Millay fan. That probably has something to do with it. I heard a recording of her reading her own work one time and I couldn’t stand her voice. Plus I thought the poem was stupid. But this one, Fig Two, [...]
Well, we’ve made it through the first week. It hasn’t been without problems. There have been kinks to work out. But over all? I’d say we’re doing fine.
The only way to actually have time to do homework assigned on Monday or Tuesday is to telecommute on Wednesdays. That way I’m prepared for class on Wednesday [...]
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