Are These Extravagant Promises?

 Are these extravagant promises? We think not.  They are being fulfilled among us – sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly. They will always materialize if we work for them. – Alcoholics Anonymous p83-84

I just realized, as I sat down to write, that my original sober date was just last week and that my current sobriety date is over 15 months ago.

During my therapy this morning, and while sitting in my office later, I realized that something remarkable had happened: the promises had begun to come true for me

Last week was big time for me. I realized that some of my behaviors had been lacking in terms of doing the next right thing. I had rolled my eyes at comments I heard, made fun of people for whom I didn’t much care, and even left meetings because I didn’t want to hear a particular person share again.

I realized that some of the behaviors I learned from my fellows in early sobriety were not the best fit for me, that I was starting to think like and act like them in many unflattering ways even beyond the fellowship. I have finally discovered that I need to make changes in the way I look at the world; “I needed to concentrate not on what needed to be changed in the world but on what needed to be changed in me and my attitudes.”

Here’s the thing - as soon as the light bulb went on, I became serene and peaceful to an extent greater than I can ever remember being. Now I understand the truisms of the program. I finally understand words like, “getting out of my head” and, “a life second to none.” I can finally relate to them because the promises have, at least in part, come true for me.

I still have much work to do, but I can tell you this: it does work, it does happen. Work hard at being a better person, try not to be “that guy/gal” any longer. Accept when, where, and how you need to change. The who is you, not anybody else. Let other people worry about their problems. It’s none of your business. Keep the faith (even if it’s just a twig on a birch tree) and in time it will come to you too. I promise.

Peace out,

M

And on the 366 day…

You better get up

Now don’t you understand?

And raise your hand

Hey, hey, hey

I said, raise your hand!

- Bruce Springsteen (Raise Your Hand)

I did it! Errr, well, I guess I did something. I mean, I did get a big ovation, lots of smiles and a heavy new medallion complete with a plastic wrapper. My wife gave it to me along with a kiss, a hug, and a cake that I wasn’t allowed to eat. I did get to cut it up though. After the chips lady awarded her chips for various lengths of sobriety, she asked people to raise their hands if they had a year or more to show that the program worked, I proudly put up my hand for the first time.

So here I am at a year and a day, close to two years after I started this journey. You know, “trudging the Road of Happy Destiny” along with the rest of the drunks and addicts.

See, here’s the thing. The day after THE DAY, was just another day in the journey, a journey that will never, can never, stop as long as I want to live. I’m the motherfucking Flying Dutchman, man. If I stop sailing the Seven Seas of Recovery, I’m gonna die. That’s a fact!

Fortunately, I’ve taken the wheel with my higher power filling my sails and and a crew of my fellows, we can stay out here forever. Ulysses ain’t got nothing on me.

Or won’t.

That dude got home in a decade or so. My Odyssey is just beginning to continue and  tomorrow is another day.

Peace out,

M

Addicted? To Chewing Gum? You Betcha!

Just how bad are you when gum addiction is a possibility?

I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I go into paroxysms if I don’t get it. For the first fifty-two and one-half years of my life I wouldn’t even touch the stuff. I used to look at gum chewers as cows chewing their cud. Gum snappers were even worse. I can go still go days, weeks and even months without having any at all.

But, give me a pack and it’s gone within an hour or two. That’s right, fifteen sticks of gum, chewed and swallowed (I know, icky), gone. Who eats a pack of gum in a few hours? Me.

I chew it for a bit and then, without even thinking about it, I swallow it and reach for another piece. It’s not like being addicted to gum is that bad for you or even that costly. I can buy a pack for .89 cents. It just seems so…ridiculous.

I started chewing it because my wife noticed that I had bad breath, breath she said smelled like moth balls. I have excellent teeth and clean gums, so we went to the gastro guy and, for various other reasons as well, he did an upper endoscopy.

My stomach was fine, there was nothing either in it or my esophagus that would cause me to have bad breath. So, my wife suggested that, in between tooth brushing, I chew some gum.

And look where that got me!

I mentioned this to my therapist today and she was pleased that I was so self-aware. I guess I’m taking forward steps in recovery. I wonder if I should add that I can’t chew gum in safety to my inventory?

Peace out,

M
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