Just Another Friday Night Conversation With God

The appointments with Him are never scheduled. Well, at least they aren’t in any agenda book I have.  But He has his own timetable.  And shows up precisely when He’s needed.  And for me, it’s always been in the midst of a struggle / surrender / serenity cycle.  He’s the Closer when it comes to…

My Definition Is This

“Give up defining yourself – to yourself or to others. You won’t die. You will come to life. And don’t be concerned with how others define you. When they define you, they are limiting themselves, so it’s their problem. Whenever you interact with people, don’t be there primarily as a function or a role, but…

On Three Years Sober…And Chasing The Buzz

Usually when I come here to post, I have a pretty good idea of where I am going with the piece.  I have some elements, a focus, a plan of sorts.  Then I just give ‘er on the keyboard. Let the mind and spirit take me where I need to go.  Unearth some stuff as…

Bottoms Up

There’s lot of talk about bottoms that happens in and around recovery. And we ain’t talking Daisy Dukes, y’all. It’s something we hear in the public vernacular, especially when it comes to another fall from grace from someone more often found in Star magazine rather than star-k naked and running around traffic in some sort…

Breaking Anonymity, Or The Unmasking Of El Hijo Del Santo

I received an email yesterday from a woman whose son is an alcoholic and who has been struggling alongside her boy and his illness.  I recall talking to the young man last summer over the phone, who had planned on getting into the old treatment center I went to.  He was unsure of this proposition,…

Contain Yourself, Boy

I am not on Facebook.  Or Pinterest.  Or Myspace.  I can also confirm that I don’t have a Tumblr account, have any knowledge of Instagram, Four Square or Tagged.  I am unsure of what some of those “share” buttons on my own blog even do, and am afraid to get anywhere near things that ask…

Less Is More…More Or Less

I have heard alcoholism called “the disease of more”.  I have also heard it been called “the disease of perception”.  There are some other comparisons that it’s been made to, and they are all valid in their own ways.  But for some reason, “the disease of more” always struck me as being closest to how…

#overdoingit #recovery #getalife

I was visiting a dear friend of mine the other day in the hospital.  He was dealing with some heart problems that brought him to the emergency room earlier in the week.  This man, who has 20+ years sobriety, and is one of the sweetest, kindest souls I have encountered on my Earth Time here….

I’m Fine (I Want To Die)

“I’m Fine.” That ranks up there with “I know, but…” and “It wasn’t my fault,” in the alcoholics lexicon of most used expressions. “I’m Fine.” I don’t know how many times I uttered that phrase, knowing that approximately 99.9% of the time, I wasn’t fine.  I was far from fine.  If you could find a…