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stop it.

1 Comment 02 May 2012

    We all get into jumbled messes… in our heads especially. Step 10 (yes I know I talk about this one ALL the time… shushit) tells me that I am to examine MY behavior. Yes – everyday. Yes – I can’t look at you anymore and blame you for my ‘stuff’. That’s all well [...]

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i love recovery?

3 Comments 08 February 2012

  Upon mentioning to my lil’ ole bloggity blog here to some folks, I’m always asked “Do you really loooooove recovery?”  *snicker*  Of course this gives folks a reason to tease me; always epic fun. However it brings up a good point. Do I really love recovery and what the hell does that mean anyhow? [...]

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happy (sober) new year

1 Comment 31 December 2011

New year. New beginnings. New chances to be me.  Explore things I never thought possible. Love, life, and everything in between. I have a love story in me that has allowed me to love another. Greatest story ever told? Hell to the yes it is! Embracing myself regardless of what’s going on?  Cranky? Yeah who [...]

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Addiction 101, I Love Recovery

promises promises

4 Comments 18 December 2011

As it tells us in our literature (you know the Big blue Book… at least for this drunk it’s my textbook), namely the Doctor’s opinion, we “cannot differentiate the true from the false”. huh? okay I’ll let Dr. Silkworth explain this since he did such a fabulous job doing so.  Linkage:  . http://www.aa.org/bigbookonline/en_doctoropinion.cfm Men and women [...]

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being is believing

1 Comment 29 November 2011

There are days when it seems that I am able to take off my “oh shit I’m selfish goggles” and can see things in a completely different way. Is this awareness? The product of hard work? I wish. If it were just about those two things then I’d have it made. I’m obsessive about inventories [...]

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thanks… you.

2 Comments 23 November 2011

Really? Thanksgiving. Yes. Stuff yourself til you sleep day. Remember how the Indians saved our asses then we took their land day. Don’t get me wrong … my gorgeous daughters dressing in pilgrim garb and saying a thankful prayer is omg-adorable.  I dig the cooking, the family-ish-ness, and all that. I do. My three perfectly [...]

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How do I DO this stuff?, I Love Recovery

clearly.

3 Comments 21 November 2011

When it comes right down to it… Your level of transparency is directly correlated with how much you like and accept yourself. Being able to be open and honest and share who you really are is refreshing beyond belief. Gone are the days of shuckin’ and jivin’ to try not to trip over the lie [...]

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enough.

1 Comment 02 November 2011

Ever hear the old addage … too much of a good thing … can make you heave ho or wet your knickers or well it just isn’t that good for you? Yeah. Sensory overload to the point of sitting there crying right alongside my crying children after an epically long vacation week. How about … [...]

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why i cry and why i’m glad about it.

7 Comments 25 October 2011

I spoke at a meeting tonight. Not your regular average meeting (which I’ve done hundreds probably thousands of times), but an online webcam meeting. I was nervous because of the format… I cried a little –  okay a lot… and I was SO damn grateful to be able to share. It scared the hell out [...]

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unexpected

4 Comments 08 October 2011

I saw a man on Friday. A man that I have seen a dozen times a dozen times a dozen times. A man that always seemed to gravitate towards me and I wasn’t sure why. (Blonde hair and big… blue eyes may have had something to do with it. One can’t be sure.) This man [...]

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