The Resolution Will Not Be Televised

I read an insightful tweet written by a friend the other day. He suggested that if you were to see “resolutionist noobs” at the gym, to please encourage them. He felt the reasons why so many don’t stay after a few weeks is that because they are treated with disdain and mockery. That statement hit…

An Alcoholic’s Guide To Crashing And Burning During The Holidays

  Yeah.  Holidays.  There are countless parties and events planned.  Some of them are even fun (just kidding…ouch!).  Anyways, many folks in recovery find themselves a little fazed when it comes to the overwhelming ideals of what festivities are “supposed” to look like.  For many, especially early in their sobriety, this time of year can…

How Alcohol Saved My Life

I know, strange to say on a recovery blog, but bear with me. Let me state off the top that alcohol in any way, shape or form right now would kick in my physical cravings and mental obsession.  There is no doubt in my mind about that.  If I were to swig any alcohol in…

All Practice, No Perfect

  My son had his track meet the other day.  He loves to run and for the last few weeks, we’ve had to brave the early morning chill to go to the running club practices before school started.  Grades 1-6 would practice in cold, rain and sunshine, learning the skills and timing required for the…

Fair’s Fare

  I’d see those guys every day.  I’d be waiting for the bus at the station, beat from my 12-hr work day, I’d pray that the bus would lumber up in the snow soon and swoop me into a nice heated seat.  When the bus finally pulled in, I would then watch the guys sneaking…

Who Do You Think You Are?

One of the greatest struggles I have had in my recovery so far is the question of who am I? Or namely, who am I meant to be?  And that is really what it comes down to.  Who am I meant to be, rather than who do I think I should be?  I lived a life…

My Greatest Enemy

A friend of ours recently made an unexpected announcement – she had finished writing a screenplay.  Now, writing a screenplay for someone who writes screenplays for a living is hardly a shock.  Noble, indeed, but not something that involves going to the party section at Target for. Singing Telegrams need not apply. But our friend…

Myth Busting With A Rocket Launcher

“I don’t ride in snow. Period.” This is something I have said countless times. It’s been a rather nasty winter this year, and those who know me also know about my almost religious attachment to my bicycle riding. So they will often ask me whether I am going to hop onto my two wheels when…

Life Two-Point-Ohhhh…I Get It, Sorta

My name is Paul, and I am 43 years old. I have a wife and two young boys.  A dog.  A house.  I go to work.  I pay taxes. I cook, clean and help to manage the household.  I help neighbours when needed, I support causes when needed, I rest when needed. I am also…

The Pity Patter Of Little Defeats

“Self-pity is easily the most destructive of the non-pharmaceutical narcotics; it is addictive, gives momentary pleasure and separates the victim from reality” John Gardner Self-pity. The word itself (or compound word, at least) alone sounds desolate. The hyphen plays for dramatic pause. Looks wise, the hyphen resembles a metal bar between two heavy weights. A…