tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12851426861166210822024-02-20T20:04:55.872-06:00JubilantOnce powerless, now empowered.<br>
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Just for today, I put my higher power first;<br>
which automatically puts my sobriety first.JubilantOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613966521264369128noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285142686116621082.post-70205338855782091042011-07-24T19:38:00.002-05:002011-07-24T19:56:51.632-05:00Weekend in the MiddleSo my mom came to visit a couple of months ago and challenged me, at 6.5 years of sobriety, to get into the middle of AA (she has 19 years). So I upped the meetings, got a sponsor, and found a home group. I have a service commitment at my AA group (greeter coordinator) and am currently sponsoring three women.<br /><br />The honesty talk went really well. Kristin H. of <a href="http://jillijavagardenofeden.blogspot.com/">Jilli Java & The Garden of Eden</a> suggested that I share something to get the ball rolling... I thought of an old lie, but when it came time to talk my higher power prompted me to give a more recent example.<br /><br />The example: A couple of weekends ago I felt overwhelmed by the commitments I've made. Meetings, meeting with my sponsor, meeting with my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">sponsees</span>... I became scared and depressed. So I called in sick. I didn't join the group who took a meeting to a local treatment center. I didn't pick up my friend for a meeting. I didn't meet with my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">sponsee</span>. All of these people, plus my sponsor, thought I was ill for three days.<br /><br />After giving my little talk and sharing that, I heard a lot of great things. A couple of people in my break-out group admitted to some pretty embarrassing lies... Cathartic.<br /><br />So since I shared this lie in the meeting, I had to come clean with all the people to whom I lied. It wasn't fun, but my sponsor thought it was hilarious. She laughed at me and told me that she would be less easily put off the next time I say I'm sick. I talked with my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">sponsee</span> today; she completely understood. I still need to make amends to the coordinator of the trip to the treatment center (who I suspect saw through my bullshit in the first place) and to my friend who missed a meeting because of me. Next time, I will immediately contact my sponsor in order to talk about the feelings that make me want to call in sick.<br /><br />Next post: Lions and Tigers and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sponsees</span>... Oh My!JubilantOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613966521264369128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285142686116621082.post-13233186953247364422011-07-22T15:23:00.002-05:002011-07-22T15:32:13.026-05:00HonestyI'm speaking at a meeting tonight. Back in the middle of AA, by the way. I have a sponsor, I'm sponsoring two women, I'm attending at least four meetings every week... Life is good. More later. :-)<br /><br />Here's what I plan to say tonight:<br /><br />The topic I have chosen for tonight is honesty. I want to talk about it because it's something I struggle with. Prior to sobriety, lying was like breathing. My parents would say that lying was bad, but they didn't tell me why, or didn't give me a satisfactory reason. My thought was, "Tell the truth and definitely get in trouble or lie and possibly get away with it... DUH."<br />Later, I found out. My dishonesty brought me to my bottom. I lied to my husband about where I was and what I was doing. I lied to my boss when I said I was sick instead of too hungover to come to work. I lied to you about who I was and how I felt. I lied to myself when I pushed the guilt and shame of my behavior deep, down inside. I thought that I could convince myself that I hadn't participated in what I actually had. When I got sober, I found the downside. Every time I lied to you, I lied to myself. When I got sober, I didn't know who I was. I did a thorough Step 5 with my sponsor at around a year of sobriety. That helped. I was completely honest with her. Over the past five years, my honesty has slipped. Not to the levels where it was before, but it's not even close to rigorous, either.<br /><br />Yesterday I told my mother, who will have 20 years of sobriety on Wednesday, that I wanted to talk about honesty tonight. She said, "Wow, that will be a quiet meeting." I debated whether to bring it up as a topic. What if no one wants to talk about it? What if people feel pressured to lie about their honesty because it's the topic? What if everyone in the meeting gets pissed off at me because I brought up a tough subject? I meditated about it and realized that I want to know more. I want to know how you guys do it. I want to know how honesty works for you today. I got on the Internet to research honesty and found that there are a lot of non-recovery-related books out there dedicated to the subject. You don't have to be an alcoholic to struggle with honesty, I guess. Then I was prompted by my higher power to study the literature to see what it has to say.<br /><br />HOW IT WORKS, OF COURSE<br />BB p. 58 How it Works<br /><br />FIRST MENTION<br />Big Book p. 13<br />Ebbie... "...I would enter upon a new relationship with my Creator; that I would have the elements of a way of living which answered all my provlems. Belief in the power of God, plus enough willingness, honesty, and humility to establish and maintain the new order of things, were the essential requirements."<br /><br /><br />PROMPTED BY THERE IS A SOLUTION, WE READ APPENDIX II, SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE<br />BB p. 468<br />"Willingness, honesty, and openmindedness are the essentials of our recovery. But these are indispensable."<br /><br /><br />STEP 5 IS ABOUT HONESTY<br />BB pp. 73-74<br />"[those who do not take Step 5] had not learned enough of humility, fearlessness, and honesty... until they told someone else all their life story. More than most people, the alcoholic leads a double life. He is very much the stage character. This is theone he likes his fellows to see. He wants to enjoy a certain reputation, but knows in his heart he doesn't deserve it... We must be entirely honest with somebody if we expect to live long or happily in this world."<br /><br />12&12 p. 58 About Step 5: "To those who have made progress in AA, [Step 5] amounts to a clear recognition of what and who we really are, followed by a sincere attempt to become what we could be."<br /><br /><br />WHY BE HONEST?<br />12&12 p. 71 Step 7<br />"We had lacked the perspective to see that character-building and spiritual values had to come first, and that material satisfactions were not the purpose of living."<br /><br />12&12 p. 72 Step 7<br />"...whenever we had to choose between character and comfort, the character-building was lost in the dust of our chase after what we thought was happiness. Seldom did we look at character-building as something desireable in itself... We never thought of making honesty, tolerance, and true love of man and God the daily basis of living."<br /><br />AAs GET IT<br />BB p. 218 Our Southern Friend<br />"[a] foundation stone of character...is honesty...when we act upon the highest conception of honesty that is given us, our sense of honesty becomes more acute...honesty is truth and the truth shall make us free!"<br />BB p. 467 Listening to the Wind<br />"Alcohol was only a symptom of much deeper problems of dishonesty and denial."<br /><br /><br />HOW DO I GET HONEST?<br />BB p. 84<br />"...Step Ten...suggests we continue to take personal inventory... Continue to watch for selfishness, dishonesty, resentment and fear. When these crop up, we ask God at once to remove them. We discuss them with someone immediately and make amends quickly if we have harmed anyone. then we resolutely turn our thoughts to someone we can help.<br /><br /><br />WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I GET HONEST?<br />12&12 p.107 Step 12<br />"He finds himself in possession of a degree of honesty, tolerance, unselfishness, peace of mind, and love of which he had thought himself quite incapable."<br /><br />WHAT DID I LEARN FROM RESEARCHING THIS?<br />Humility and honesty are connected. I lie because I want you to believe something about me that is not true. If I were truly humble, I would recognize myself for who I am and love myself enough to be honest with you.<br /><br />Denial is dishonesty to self.<br /><br />The satisfaction I get from lying well is not the real goal; it is as temporary as the satisfaction I get from a drink. The real goal is spiritual progress... In that sentence from the 12&12 it says "character building and spiritual values" not "good character and perfection" because the work is the goal... It's the journey, not the destination.JubilantOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613966521264369128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285142686116621082.post-19275662420563777412010-12-29T18:27:00.003-06:002010-12-29T18:49:47.871-06:00Hidden Structural DefectsThese pieces of information partially explain my fuckedupness.<br /><br />My mother has struggled with her weight all of her life. My paternal grandfather died when my father was nine years old and his widowed mother physically and emotionally abused him. My mother is a recovering alcoholic. My father might be an alcoholic.<br /><br />When I was very young, my parents bought a book about sex that was written for children. At the age of six, I knew how a baby was made. My parents were proud of their liberal parenting.<br /><br />My mother is accomplished. She has two bachelor's degrees and a master's degree and has had three disparate and successful careers.<br /><br />My father had a Playboy subscription through my teenage years. His ultimate compliment was to tell me I was beautiful. My father is accomplished. He had a master's degree which was later converted to a doctorate, due to the voluminous amount of research he did in pursuit of the degree.<br /><br />My brother was diagnosed as hyperactive when he was six and I was eight; Mom and Dad got rid of all the sugar in our house.<br /><br />Despite secretly eating junk food and engaging in vigorous exercise only part of the year (during my sport's season), I was at a healthy weight until I left high school.<br /><br />Sexual acting out was part of my active alcoholism. Since getting sober, I have gained 70 pounds. This weight allows me to avoid sexual feelings. It allows me to hide. It allows me to eat what I want to eat.<br /><br />I'm on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Facebook</span> and I have nearly 400 friends. Most of them are unaware of my obesity. My old high school friends don't know that I'm a Weight Watcher.<br /><br />My husband and I have not slept in the same bed for over a year and a half. We haven't had sex for over a year.<br /><br />Since I got sober in 2005, I've been on five different antidepressants (not all at one time) and one mood stabilizer. I've had four therapists, including one who specialized in eating disorders. Six months ago, I completed a supervised taper off all of the psych <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">meds</span>. I saw a therapist about a month ago and I have no plan to go back.<br /><br />I'm not having suicidal thoughts.<br /><br />I feel sad. I feel frustrated with what feels like an inability to accomplish goals I set for myself.JubilantOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613966521264369128noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285142686116621082.post-24914213215061680902010-02-26T13:06:00.000-06:002010-02-26T13:12:51.117-06:00Balance is a BitchI saw my therapist yesterday; together we decided that I should knit a sweater with "Balance is a bitch!" on it. I think I may actually do it.<br /><br />I'm at work right now and I have a computer, but I am not permitted to access the Internet, so I'm posting from my Blackberry.<br /><br />Not much to report or write about right now, just want to get back in the swing of posting regularly. Looking forward to catching up with y'all.<br /><br />Hugs - JOJubilantOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613966521264369128noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285142686116621082.post-41067410818423135092010-02-10T19:04:00.002-06:002010-02-10T19:11:27.340-06:00SexA couple of weeks ago I asked my husband why we don't have sex anymore. I knew the answer but was devastated to hear it coming from his lips.<br /><br />I wonder what I give him that makes him want to stay with me despite the fact that we neither sleep together nor have sex.<br /><br />Reading these few sentences makes me feel doom about our long and very happy marriage. My therapist says there's more to intimacy than intercourse and it's true that we do hug and peck and snuggle... I wonder if my inability to believe that it's not that important points to the sick way I've always thought and felt about sex... I have often acted as though I have no value except for my sex.JubilantOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613966521264369128noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285142686116621082.post-29316373835365418332009-02-03T13:03:00.002-06:002009-02-03T13:16:58.087-06:00Emotional Immaturity and Compulsive BehaviorI want what I want when I want it, but I will not humiliate myself in order to get it.<br /><br />I am emotionally immature. When I stick to my Weight Watchers points for a while and resist the urge to chow down on crap, my mind immediately seizes upon another way to placate the compulsion monster residing inside me. <em>I can buy something I shouldn't! I can avoid my homework! I can chintz out on a commitment!</em><br /><br />Last week, I lied to my sponsor. I wanted to skip a commitment, so I lied. And on Saturday, I had a terrible dream about relapsing. When I woke up, I realized that being dishonest was almost as bad as drinking. I was putting myself in as much danger. On Sunday, I wrote to my sponsor and told her the truth. I didn't hear back from her yesterday and figured that she was writing to her sponsors, thinking, and praying about what to do. She wrote back today and said that she can't be my sponsor anymore; that she can't be my Truth Cop. She is asking for one year of honesty. I feel sad, but I see why we have to break it off.<br /><br />Do I find a new sponsor and a new home group? Do I keep going to my old home group? My sobriety anniversary is coming up on the 14<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span>... I don't know if I want to sit through my home group's tradition with things as they are. (My home group has one person present the medallion to the birthday boy/girl, then the whole group passes it around and says something to the birthday boy/girl, and finally, the birthday boy/girl tells how they did it.) It's a wonderful tradition... do I go in AGAIN and admit how hard the past year has been? Do I talk AGAIN about how difficult it still is for me to be rigorously honest? About how unimaginable it is to me that I'll be able to remain rigorously honest for a YEAR?!?<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Bleah</span>.<br /><br />I am afraid to live on God's terms. I can't jump.JubilantOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613966521264369128noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285142686116621082.post-22623473569187850902009-02-03T12:47:00.003-06:002009-02-03T13:03:29.324-06:00Search for Serenity Chapter 10 - WARNING: Loooong PostThis is a really long post.<br /><br />In an AA meeting last year, a fellow friend of Bill W. read from this book; he had inherited from an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">old timer</span> who died. It is out of print, but I found a copy on Amazon. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Presnall's</span> hypothesis is that serenity cannot be reached without achieving emotional maturity. The following chapter hit home for me. <strong>Bolding is mine and points out nuggets that are meaningful to me.</strong> I'll expand upon their meaning to me in another post.<br /><br />Search for Serenity by Lewis F. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Presnall</span>, Copyright 1959<br /><br /><strong><u>Chapter X (Pages 95-104)<br /></u></strong><br />Those who work with the emotionally disturbed tend to develop a philosophical attitude about the percentage of individuals who make a start toward maturity, only to slip back into old patterns. Like the physician, they soon learn to realize that a certain percentage will get well, while others will die of their illnesses. This does not make them less sensitive to the tragedy of failure. Often they ponder the reasons why some promising individual failed to continue his growth. There are no pat answers to this question. In the case of emotional disturbance, there are no quick solutions or easy panaceas, which will produce a miracle by taking a pill.<br /><br />People of the future will undoubtedly look back with amusement upon our feeble attempts to help the emotionally disturbed. Perhaps in the future we shall discover ways to produce a society in which little children will develop better emotional patterns to equip them for adult life.<br /><br />In spite of our limited knowledge, there are some reasons for failure that are quite clear to us. It might be well to suggest some of the more common ones.<br /><br /><strong>A great many people fail to achieve emotional maturity as adults because they have never learned to distinguish between respectability and sanity. Or, to put it another way, respectability is more important to them than sanity. They fail to realize that true sanity will produce its own respectability. </strong>A good example of this peculiar twist in the thinking of some people is often seen in alcoholics when they first start to attend Alcoholics Anonymous meetings. During their drinking days, they were under the delusion that families and acquaintances were unaware that they had a problem. For years, they fooled themselves so well that they imagined the neighbors had noticed nothing peculiar. It is hard to imagine how far this self-deception can go. An alcoholic can have a battle with his wife, during which they scream at each other and at the children. Furniture may be broken. The police may be called to quiet the disturbance. Yet the alcoholic never seems to realize that a good deal of this is apparent to the neighbors. Naturally, he is in such a deep alcoholic fog much of the time that he is unaware of the world around him. He likewise imagines that the world is unaware of him and his behavior. He may be irritable and unreasonable at work. He may develop antisocial behavior. He can insult his friends, borrow money from his relatives without paying it back, let the household bills accumulate and drive erratically down the highway from one side to another, yet he thinks that very few people observe this, simply because he is careful to chew great quantities of chlorophyll gum and sprinkle his person profusely with shaving lotion.<br /><br />Finally, he comes to the end of his rope, decides he has a problem, and makes a tentative approach to a member of Alcoholics Anonymous. When he is invited to attend his first meeting, he suddenly develops a great self-consciousness about his problem. He sometimes refuses to accept help because he feels that now everyone will know that he is an alcoholic. It often takes considerable persuading to convince him that everyone has known for a long time that he was an alcoholic. He, alone, was oblivious to his problem.<br /><br />If a man continually behaves in an objectionable fashion, there is no point in trying to cover it up. Everyone usually knows there is something wrong a long time before he is willing to admit it. What respectability he may have possessed at one time was lost long ago. Still he imagines that people associate with him because they like him when, in reality, they cannot avoid him. An individual in this position, who insists on clinging to the tattered threads of his respectability, will not get well. He will not get well because he has really not accepted the fact that he is sick. Naked and alone, exposed to the winds of social disapproval, he cannot clothe himself in the garments of sanity until he is willing to recognize his own nakedness, honestly face the shame of the past and seek a new set of clothes, wherever they can be found.<br /><br /><strong>Every individual who has ever been released from a mental hospital knows that upsurge of fear, which comes at the prospect of facing his associates in the community. </strong>Like the trapeze artist who has slipped from the wire and suffered serious injury, his self-respect, and social courage can only be restored by climbing again boldly to the high wire and conquering his fear. <strong>He will be helped in this if he realized that he has joined the vast company of those whose successes have been built upon failures.<br /></strong><br />When we are faced with this adjustment to society, we must decide whether it is social approval or sanity, which we wish. It does no good for us to say to ourselves that we care not what others think. We care a great deal for the good opinion of our acquaintances, but most of us imagine we are held in higher regard by our acquaintances than we are.<br /><br />Part of this problem is created by a general attitude of society. For most of us, respectability is a part of our economic structure of trade. Our society exacts a far higher penalty upon those who are not considered respectable than it does upon those whose emotions may be immature. The idea that we can do as we please, as long as we do not get caught, is widely accepted by a great number of people in society.<br /><br />These attitudes carry over to those whose problems are emotional. If one suffers a nervous breakdown or discovers he is an alcoholic, it is helpful to realize that mental illness is now the largest public health problem in the nation. This means that within one's immediate neighborhood there are usually several people who, through personal experiences, are sympathetic toward these problems. Also, <strong>it is encouraging to know that some of our most outstanding citizens are numbered among those who sought and found help from mental disturbance to mental health.</strong><br /><br />Many people, who are supposedly well educated, find it necessary to build their own egos by a self-righteous pride in the fact that they have been able manage their own lives without ever becoming emotionally ill. Some of these are mature enough to recognize that what has happened to others might well happen to them, but there are many who like to imagine they are mature and sane in every way because they are respectable. They attribute mental illness to a failure of the will, to some moral fault, or some weakness of character. They do not recognize that <strong>it is often the perfectionist, the man of stubborn pride, or the woman of superior imagination who cracks under the pressures of daily living.</strong> Perhaps they fail to see in themselves the little quirks and compulsions—minor <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">immaturities</span>—which make it difficult for others to live with them. At the same time, they condemn those whose compulsive behavior happens to be of a kind that is socially unacceptable.<br /><br />Often the many who clings stubbornly to a certain point of view long after he has been proven wrong, suffers from as tenacious a compulsion as any alcoholic. The husband who practices sadistic mental torture upon his family is mentally as far off base as the Wild Beast of Buchenwald Prison. His crime is only one of lesser degree; his emotional immaturity is only tolerated because it is practiced out of the eye of the public. The individual whose humor is primarily concerned with smutty and unfunny stories is just as much the sexual exhibitionist as the mental case who cannot resist the compulsion to expose his body to the opposite sex in public.<br /><br />It is high time that we stripped the mask from these little perversions of the mind that prevent us from seeing ourselves as we are seen. <strong>It can almost be said without exception that the individual who is smug in his own strength has no justification for feeling superior to those whose emotional <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">immaturities</span> are more obvious.</strong><br /><br />The individual who needs to recover his own sanity must achieve enough emotional maturity to recognize that the sneers of such people are products of immature minds. He will only achieve such an objective when he learns that his own sanity, his own inner peace of mind, is far more important than gaining universal approval. <strong><u>If we must wait for our sanity until everyone accepts us and treats us with understanding, we will never become sane.</u></strong><br /><br />There is another kind of problem that prevents many people from finding the goal of their inner serenity. These are the ones who continually seek what has been called "the geographical cure." They have never quite been able to accept the fact that their problems lie within themselves. The "geographical cure" can take the form of a new job, a new location, a new family, or perhaps a new fad. Always the pasture looks greener on the other side of the fence. Those who seek to solve emotional problems by an external change often admit their difficulties are partly caused by inner tension, but they blame external conditions for most of the trouble.<br /><br />It is certainly true that many people can and do find their solution in a new situation. It is quite possible that a man may be working at a job for which he is not fitted. If he has the courage of the spirit to seek a different employment, many of his conflicts and tensions might disappear. But aimlessly seeking the same kind of a job in a different location is not the answer to inner pressure.<br /><br />We have all seen the futile struggle of those whose lives are a continuous history of going from one job to another, or from one town to another, always finding themselves eventually faced with the same problem as confronted them in the last location. <strong>They only solution is to stop and face reality with a willingness to recognize the internal nature of the problem. As long as one considers his whole problem to be external, he will make no effort toward self-improvement.<br /></strong><br />Some years ago, a young man came to me for counseling with a personal problem. He realized that his emotional attitudes were producing a severe and chronic discontent. After several interviews, he came to understand that many of his pressures became noticeable at the time he was in the armed forces during World War II. While he was in the service, his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">fiancée</span> married another man. When the client returned from the war, he found himself unable to forget the girl and could not make a satisfactory adjustment to civilian life. He had tried dating a number of other women, but did not become seriously interested in any of them because of the emotional turmoil within himself. At the same time, he wanted very much to find a young woman with whom he could fall in love and make a home. He kept insisting that if he could find the right girl, all of his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">immaturities</span> would disappear. I attempted to lead him toward a realization that until he had faced his own emotional conflicts, he could not expect to make a satisfactory marriage, even if he found what he considered the right girl. After several more counseling sessions, he terminated the interviews. About a year later, he thought that he had met the right girl. They were married. The marriage soon ended in divorce ant the young man found himself in even worse emotional condition than before. So far as I know, this man, who is now middle-aged, is still running away from his problems.<br /><br />There are a great many persons who are caught in this particular kind of frustrating pattern. When they find themselves in deep enough trouble, they seek a little help. When they discover that the solutions to their problems demand a radical change within their own personalities, they begin to dodge the issue. Their failure to make a good recovery results from an apparent unwillingness to admit the extent of their own emotional illness. <strong>To admit that ninety per cent of their problems are internal seems to threaten their inner security to such an extent that they are unable to face fully the facts about themselves. In seeking counseling or psychotherapy, they make what appears to be a very promising start, only to drop the whole thing after the going gets rough. </strong>If they have money enough to afford it, they go from one psychiatrist to another and when they run out of psychiatrists, they are apt to be found pursuing some new religious fad or some new avocation about which they have become temporarily very enthusiastic. Their behavior is the despair of their families, since their recurrent crises are usually expensive and their techniques for gaining sympathy are highly developed. <strong>They are not able to maintain long-standing friendships, because they ride very new friendship to death in the same way that they consume their new fads and interests.</strong><br /><br /><strong>They launch into any new project with immense enthusiasm, which quickly turns into resentment and dissatisfaction as they fail to receive the satisfaction that they seek. Each new location, each new job or interest is soon dropped for what appears to be a more promising prospect.</strong><br /><br />There was a man of my acquaintance who exhibited this pattern in the form of a series of hobbies. He filled his garage with the equipment he had purchased for various hobby interests. After a number of years, he had to move the overflow into an old barn on the back of his lot. On the pretense that he might want to return to one of the hobbies, he would never dispose of any of the equipment. He literally impoverished his family by these expensive experiments in various interests, which included among the other things a large rock collection, a great deal of wood-working equipment, some expensive fishing tackle, a darkroom full of photographic equipment, a lapidary wheel, and an expensive loom for weaving rugs.<br /><br />He suffered from a number of psychosomatic illnesses, which led him from one doctor to another until every physician in town hated to see him knock on the door. Periodically, this man would seek counseling from his clergyman, but would quickly lose interest in this also. He would then return to a pattern of blaming his problems on anyone except himself.<br /><br />Closely akin to those seeking the so-called geographical cure are the people who receive clinical treatment or psychotherapy before they have hit what recovered alcoholics call the “bottom.” <strong>Perhaps through the urging of friends or relatives or because they see some major part of their lives threatened by emotional <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">immaturities</span>, they are persuaded to seek help. They have not reached the point of being willing to correct heir emotional patterns for the sake of their own inner integrity. A man who seeks help for his emotional problems merely to save his family or his job will not get well. <u>The will to improve and to grow must come from the desire to make radical changes for the sake of one’s own better self.<br /></u></strong><br />It is true that the man who is sick may be motivated to seek therapy in part by a desire to save his family. He may feel that for the sake of his children, he must do something about himself. But the real motivation must be based upon an earnest desire to become a better person. For the emotionally disturbed individual, things may frequently have progressed so far that the family life or the professional status is already destroyed. At the very least, these things may be greatly threatened. Nevertheless, <strong>each man must grow within himself for himself, not for any external gain that he hopes will come from his development.<br /></strong><br />Before a man can reconstruct his emotional life on any firm basis, he must go to the very core of his own being, where he will fully appreciate his own <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">aloneness</span>. The process of emotional growth is such a rigorous discipline that, for a time, one must turn almost all of his thoughts inward. An almost complete focus of attention is required to affect any radical or permanent change.<br /><br />In most things that we attempt, we can see some definite goal in sight. This goal assists us in our efforts. It also gives us some clues as to the methods we must use in achieving the goal. But the individual who is seeking emotional maturity does not know his goal. If he knew what it felt like to be in possession of a degree of emotional maturity, he would not need to make the change. The person who starts out deliberately to seek the roots of his own self is reaching in the dark toward a development that he neither knows nor understands. He is going beyond his present to a totally unknown future. He is not even sure that the effort will be worthwhile. He knows with certainty that the present is unsatisfactory. He has somehow been led to believe that the future can be more satisfactory, He may have a vague idea of where he is going, but little notion of how he is to get there. Like Abraham in the Land of Ur, he sells his possessions of the past, liquidates all of his assets, and goes out not knowing his destination.<br /><br />No one likes to find himself in this kind of situation. No one will willingly seek it, unless he has reached the point of realizing that the past has been so completely unsatisfactory that he must take a chance of finding a better future. This is what is meant by “hitting bottom.” The individual has reached the end of all his own resources. He has decided that he would rather die than remain as he is. He is willing to make any change that is necessary to achieve his end. Possessions, position, in fact everything which he has, must be regarded as secondary. Health and peace of mind are what he seeks. Inner serenity is his goal, but he can have many hours of doubt as to whether any of these things will be achieved.<br /><br />It is as though a man were stripped naked of all the past and of all that he has achieved. In order to attain his vaguely comprehended objective, he is willing to bare his soul down to the inner core in a process of self-examination. The person who makes this kind of a start has a very good chance of achieving all the things that he desires. On the other hand, if he cannot bring himself to seek emotional growth above all else, his chances of achieving it are very poor.<br /><br />False pride plays a very large part in all of these obstacles to emotional growth we have mentioned. False pride clings to a pert of the old self. False pride seeks to maintain a part of the old self unchanged. It is the thing which makes us say, “I want peace of mind, but—.” There can be no “ifs” and no qualifications for the individual striving for maturity. Successful living demands many compromises, but a man cannot compromise with himself if he is to find his inner serenity.<br /><br />This is a choice that only one person can make—the person who is involved. No one can make it for him. No one will push him into it. It is his decision to make. If he does not make it, the universe will batter him against the hard wall of his own frustrations. He will be beaten senseless by emotional pressures of his own creating. His problems will continue with him unabated, while the years roll along, bringing less and less vitality with which to cope with realities. The universe leaves him no choice at this point. He can hit bottom and grow, or he can hang on to his little pretenses and decay.JubilantOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613966521264369128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285142686116621082.post-13118143835511245092008-11-16T10:39:00.003-06:002008-11-26T12:38:29.635-06:00Long Time No BlogWhy haven't I blogged in a few weeks?<br /><ul><li>My birthday - Last year my birthday was awful; I had some of the same feelings this year and didn't want to blog about them.</li><br /><li>Schoolwork - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mondo</span> amounts of homework and two presentations due last weekend</li><br /><li>Depression - Blah blah blah</li><br /><li>Illness - My husband gave me a cold (One of my AA buds said, "Don't say he never gave you anything!")</li></ul><br /><p>Things are looking up... The end of the semester is almost here, my presentations are complete, I made a dent in my backlog of homework, and the depression has lifted.</p><p>Right now I'm in a coffee shop near my therapist's office. I'm having a breakfast <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">focaccia</span> and just chilling. Not sure what has changed and going into another depression scares me. I don't like the feeling of slipping down; what's worse, the mean girl in my head starts disparaging me.</p><p>One of the presentation I did involved two other students... our group was well-prepared, our PowerPoint was beautiful, and we kept it short (especially in comparison to the other groups). In celebration, we went out for sushi on Saturday night. So much fun. All three of us are sober and going into the same field (Alcohol & Drug Counseling). I'm 40, "Ari" is in his 50s, and "Julie" is 27. </p><p>Julie and I have bonded. We have similar personalities and senses of humor... She is hilarious! And what a knockout. Slim, olive skin, and long, straight dark hair. Her face reminds me of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Anime</span>... She can get that doe-eyed sad look and the crazy wall-eyed look... I keep looking for an example of the wall-eyed look on the Internet. The look I'm describing is a tooth-clenching grimace with eyes going in two different directions... Does anyone know what I mean? I probably sound nuts. ::sigh::</p><p>Well, I gotta eat my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">focaccia</span>. Hugs to everyone; especially those of you who wrote when I was absent.</p><p>JO</p>JubilantOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613966521264369128noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285142686116621082.post-4030526544158641512008-11-04T12:29:00.004-06:002008-11-04T12:49:14.844-06:00Topic Meeting, Funk, and GratitudeWent to a 10:30 am topic meeting today; we talked about a story in the Grapevine about a guy who got sober behind bars. His message was that one need not be "free" in order to work the steps; that the program is available to all, no matter where they are.<br /><br />I shared about how -- when I was in treatment -- there were rumors about someone using meth in the facility. I was so angry; I thought <em>how <u>dare</u> she screw with my sobriety?</em> I refrained from gossiping in treatment, so I kept these thoughts to myself. The following morning I woke up and realized that no one need "screw with my sobriety," that whether my drug of choice was sitting right in front of me, or 20 miles across town, I had to make the decision to stay sober. Alcohol is available everywhere -- even in jail, in the hospital, in treatment -- and the only way I could be <em>completely</em> cut off from my drug of choice would be if I were taped up inside a cardboard box. And if I were in that cardboard box, would I truly be sober? Nope. I have to have the choice.<br /><br />I also shared about this funk I've been in... It went away for a few days, but it's back.<br /><br />My fellow meeting-goers talked about going to more meetings, sponsoring women, taking a daily inventory, and increasing my conscious contact with my higher power.<br /><br />I've been going to more meetings, but I have not been doing the rest. They sound like good ideas.<br /><br />One day at a time.<br /><br />Thanks to <a href="http://jenn-online.blogspot.com/">Jenn</a> for reminding me to be grateful. I'm grateful...<br /><ul><li>...that I allowed myself to be silly at the coffee shop today; they offered 10 cents off if you sung your favorite song. I sung <em>Feel Like Makin' Love</em> by Bad Company. They gave me 20 cents off.</li><li>...that I told the truth at my 10:30 am meeting; I got some good suggestions.</li><li>...that my husband is standing by me in my funk.</li><li>...for my puppies.</li><li>...for the blogosphere.</li><li>...that I'm sober today.</li><li>...for that tiny shred of hope that things will get better</li><li>...that I have a medication appointment on Thursday.</li><li>...that I have the opportunity to learn.</li></ul>JubilantOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613966521264369128noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285142686116621082.post-91139782819608250442008-11-01T11:56:00.006-05:002008-11-01T17:58:46.443-05:00Late Meeting & Early MeetingI went to a 10:30 p.m. meeting last night -- doing the 90 in 90 thing and needed an extra meeting to make up for missing one on Wednesday -- it was a candlelight meeting in downtown Minneapolis. I felt a little antsy at first, but ended up chilling out and enjoying the darkness. The topic was spirituality; I talked about the miracle I experienced earlier this week with 9th step amends and seeing an old friend at Best Buy. <br /><br />This morning, I went to an early meeting at my favorite St. Paul spot. We read the story of Bill D. (AA #3). I saw an old AA friend and made tentative plans to take my sweet puppy (the 2 y.o. male) to her house to meet her kids. After the meeting, I met with my temporary sponsor and had coffee. She's really cool; we have a lot in common. She suggested mentioning to my med doc -- I'm meeting with a new one on Thursday -- getting tested for ADD. I'm not convinced, but she said some stuff that I agree with.JubilantOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613966521264369128noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285142686116621082.post-89103354811299506282008-10-31T21:07:00.002-05:002008-10-31T21:22:13.228-05:00AntipodesI learned this word when I was in high school. According to <a href="http://www.dictionary.com">Dictionary.com</a>, it means: places diametrically opposite to each other on the globe.<br /><br />My little ClustrMap (see the bottom of this page) got me thinking the antipodes of Minnesota. Click <a href="http://www4.clustrmaps.com/counter/maps.php?url=http://jubilantone.blogspot.com">here</a> for a close-up of my ClusterMap.<br /><br />Anyway, it turns out that the antipodes of my spot on Earth is a spot in the Indian Ocean. Closest land is an island called "French Southern & Antarctic Lands." Even with the Google satellite version of the map, it doesn't look inhabited.<br /><br />Click <a href="http://www.antipodemap.com/">here</a> to find the antipodes of your spot!JubilantOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613966521264369128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285142686116621082.post-54340523508007448612008-10-31T16:44:00.002-05:002008-10-31T16:52:30.834-05:00Today's Meeting & Temporary SponsorI went to a 12:15 meeting in St. Paul; it was a very small meeting (8 of us) and featured a speaker from Israel. He had a great story; it brought me to tears at one point. He talked about how his brother died when he was young and that started his drinking and drugging career. When he was in treatment, his first nephew was born and that event has been a marker of the beginning of his sober life.<br /><br />While at the meeting, I asked a woman to be my temporary sponsor. She agreed. I'll be meeting her tomorrow morning at an 8:00 a.m. meeting in St. Paul and we'll go out for coffee afterward. She has 17 years of sobriety, she understands depression, and she is very straightforward. I'm looking forward to working with her!<br /><br />I can play a song on my guitar! It's not perfect, but the time between chord changes is becoming smaller and smaller. Don't be jealous... I'm almost a master of "Kumbaya."<br /><br />I'm playing an open mike lunch at a local kindergarten next week. ::rolling my eyes::JubilantOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613966521264369128noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285142686116621082.post-60056417404653969582008-10-31T09:58:00.002-05:002008-10-31T10:08:03.800-05:00Yesterday's Meeting & Biting the BulletI didn't get to a meeting on Wednesday -- I'm going to get 2 in today. Yesterday I went to an 11:45 am meeting in my town. It was such a beautiful day -- mid-60s, sunny -- what a great day to be sober. And today's weather should be the same! Yesterday's meeting was a topic meeting. One of the members has 10 months of sobriety and wanted to talk about how to remain sober during the holidays.<br /><br />For me, making sure that I have an "out" -- no matter where I go -- is number one. If my husband is likely to stay somewhere longer than I, I drive separately. When we visit my in-laws back east, we stay in a hotel and get a rental car. And whenever I am out of town, I hit meetings in the area.<br /><br />Thanks to everyone for their kind suggestions about contacting my former friends. I had steeled myself for some not-so-kind comments and was pleasantly surprised to have such consistent support. You guys rock.<br /><br />I wrote to both friends this morning, asking how they are doing. We'll see if they write back. ::crossing my fingers::<br /><br />So it's time to look for a meeting... I'll post later about how that goes.<br /><br />Thanks for listening - JOJubilantOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613966521264369128noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285142686116621082.post-73887615901861205892008-10-29T23:28:00.002-05:002008-10-29T23:41:35.240-05:00TherapySaw my therapist today and caught her up on all the stuff that's been going on with me. We talked about something that's been. <br /><br />I have a couple of friends with whom I have not talked since I was forced to resign from my job (they are both former co-workers). It is mostly about shame... I have felt so down on myself that I didn't want to talk with these friends because I would have to hear about my former workplace and would have to explain what happened that caused me to leave. It's painful and embarrassing to talk about it.<br /><br />And growing up as a military brat, I got used to moving on. I think I've applied that old thinking to these relationships. <em>Well, I f*cked up in that place, so I'll just turn the page and move on.</em><br /><br />So I'm thinking about calling these friends up and renewing our relationships.<br /><br />I'd like to hear what my sober and serene blog buds think.<br /><br />Thanks for listening - JOJubilantOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613966521264369128noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285142686116621082.post-45460206261582451332008-10-28T21:10:00.002-05:002008-10-28T21:13:16.717-05:00Today's MeetingI forgot to post about the meeting I attended today. Big meeting in one of our big clubs - the topic was Step 2. Great meeting... I talked about how "coming to believe" is all about optimism and faith that a power greater than myself can restore me to sanity.JubilantOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613966521264369128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285142686116621082.post-47307884728356432932008-10-28T14:56:00.004-05:002008-10-28T15:04:01.037-05:00HP Is Large and In ChargeSo I have two amends to make that I've been putting off forever. First, I saw a therapist for a while and I still owe her for our last session. Second, I have two sets of West Wing DVDs that I borrowed a couple of years ago and have not returned to their owners (who now live in PA). Two weeks ago, my sponsor okayed the notes I wrote to go along with the check (to the therapist) and the DVDs (to my friends). Today, I finally got around to sending them both off.<br /><br />I wanted to send a gift card to the people who I borrowed the DVDs from, so I went to Best Buy to get one. As I got in line, I recognized someone who was making a purchase at the register. It was the guy who I traded guitars with a few years ago. (I gave him my acoustic, he gave me his electric.) I haven't seen him since before I got sober -- over four years ago -- but I have made written amends to him and his wife (a couple of years ago). We were surprised to see each other. He caught me up on his life, I caught him up on ours and told him that I've begun playing guitar again (on his electric). <br /><br />My higher power is large and in charge. Finally making those amends the week that I start playing guitar again, only to see the guy who gave me the guitar? Amazing.JubilantOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613966521264369128noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285142686116621082.post-40026658907567834472008-10-27T22:13:00.004-05:002008-10-27T22:59:05.679-05:00Practice and Evening AAI practiced on my electric guitar again today and it felt good! After just one day, my finger placement has improved. I had school tonight -- Human Services and Diversity -- and talked with a fellow student, a guy who plays blues guitar. I told him about how my elbow and wrist were sore, that I have a tough time keeping my pinky finger on string and perpendicular to the fretboard. He said that it's all normal and natural, and with practice, it will get better. That was great to hear.<br /><br />I left class a little early and went to an evening AA meeting. It was at a club I've been to before, but not this particular meeting. It was a step meeting with about 50 attendees. The meeting started out well; I heard some good stuff. Sadly, about 45 minutes in, there was a guy who initially shared good stuff, but began rambling and got into vivid descriptions of picking up prostitutes and watching them smoke crack. It felt really weird and uncomfortable, so I left.JubilantOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613966521264369128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285142686116621082.post-15848720760170041412008-10-26T10:17:00.010-05:002008-10-26T10:49:59.182-05:00Growth, Optimism, Faith, and Home GroupToday's <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Each-Day-New-Beginning-Journal/dp/1568385773/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1225034352&sr=8-2">Each Day a New Beginning</a> reading was on the subject of tough times and how they are always about growth:<br><br /><em>We seldom have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">the</span> foresight to understand <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">the</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">worth</span>, the ultimate value <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">of a particular</span> circumstance at its beginning. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">But hindsight</span> offers us clarity. It's good to reflect on the many circumstances that failed to thrill us; in all cases we can now see why we needed them. As our trust in God and the goodness of all experiences grow, we'll more quickly respond with gladness when the situations are fresh. <strong>No experience is meant for harm.</strong> We are coming to understand that, even though on occasion we forget.<br><br />Practicing gratitude will help us more fully appreciate what has been offered us. Being grateful influences our attitude; it softens our harsh exterior and takes the threat out of most new situations.<br><br />If I greet the day, glad to be alive, I will be gladdened by all the experiences in store for me. Each is making a necessary contribution to my wholeness.</em><br><br />This past year in a half has definitely "failed to thrill" me. This reading says that this difficult time in my sobriety has not been "meant for harm." Practicing gratitude will help me to see the experience that way.<br><br />I haven't felt any "growth" lately and I recognize that part of that is about me not wanting to feel it. I want to be down on myself because I am ashamed about being forced to resign from a job and about failing a class. I'm afraid that if I do feel optimistic, I will get complacent again. I don't want that to happen. I <u>thought</u> the experience of being asked to resign was awful enough to pop me out of my work patterns (laziness, self-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">centeredness</span>, resignation to boredom). My experience working at the treatment center proved that it was <u>not</u> enough. And my experience during this hiatus from work has done the same. I still like to procrastinate and to do what I want to do when I want to do it.<br><br />I have always been an optimistic person. Being afraid to be hopeful is unnatural for me. And today I recognized that optimism is just another word for faith. When I suppress my optimism, I discard faith. It is important that I have faith that my higher power can do for me what I cannot do myself.<br><br />It feels like I should give myself permission to be optimistic about my ability to change. It's difficult to be supportive of others when I can't be supportive -- more accurately, I <em>won't</em> be supportive -- of myself.<br><br />Today I give myself permission to feel optimistic again. The difference is that I will not be irrationally optimistic; I will be cautiously optimistic, looking for ways to change my behavior to match my higher power's will for me.<br><br />I went to my home group this morning. Yesterday I wondered whether I should go at all, with all this stuff going on with my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">KindaSponsor</span>™. But my higher power wanted me to go... so I went. I talked about the stuff above and was glad to see my friends and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">KindaSponsor</span>™.<br><br />I just put a roast in our crock pot... My first time making a roast. Can't wait to try it in about 7.5 hours.<br><br />Thanks for listening -- JOJubilantOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613966521264369128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285142686116621082.post-53684666947080416082008-10-25T21:56:00.003-05:002008-10-25T22:52:51.222-05:00"Jess" and Saturday Night Speaker MeetingSeveral years ago, I bought an acoustic guitar on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">EBay</span> and tried playing for a while. I bought "Guitar for Dummies," learned the names of the parts of the guitar, and plucked out a few chords. It didn't last long. The strings kept breaking and every time I restrung it and tried to tune it, they'd break again.<br /><br />About a year before I got sober, I traded the acoustic for an electric (with amp) and played again for a while. Didn't get too far with that, either. First, restringing and tuning were still issues. Then something went wrong with the guitar's amp jack, so I quit again. (Besides, struggling with "Michael Row the Boat Ashore" at the age of 35 was pretty demoralizing.)<br /><br />But the dream didn't die. Back in April, when I was still working at the treatment center, one of the clients had a guitar that she'd play every once in a while. One night, she played "Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd and I sung along. That's when I decided. <em>I'll be 40 in November and I want an acoustic guitar for my birthday.</em> I bought a <a href="http://avcssguitarbooks.com/content/images/Gadgets/gripmaster.jpg"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Gripmaster</span></a> and began building some calluses.<br /><br />Today it happened. I went to Music-Go-Round, accompanied by my husband and his co-worker who plays. We found the most beautiful used guitar. She's a <a href="http://www.onlinestagegear.com/brand/Schecter/Acoustic/Acoustic-Elite-12-BSB.jpg"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Schecter</span> acoustic electric</a> and her name is Jess. (The photo shows a twelve-string version of Jess.) She came with a hard case and two free guitar lessons. I bought abalone picks (they match her) and a black leather strap.<br /><br />I'm committed this time; I will be spending a lot of time during those free lessons learning how to tune her without breaking strings and I will follow a suggestion... I'll find a song that I want to learn to play instead of going back to "Row Row Row Your Boat."<br /><br />My husband won't let me play her until my actual birthday. But he fixed my electric guitar, so I can practice on it until November 9, when Jess has her coming-out party. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Yay</span>!<br /><br />(By the way, Jess is named after the girl from treatment who played Pink Floyd. I told her that since she inspired me to try playing again, I would name my guitar after her. She was so touched that she named <em>her</em> guitar after <em>me!</em> Pretty cool.)<br /><br />Earlier this week, anticipating the guitar-buying experience, I suddenly realized that I am unconsciously following in my father's footsteps. When he was 40, he got out of the Army, remained unemployed for a year -- he refers to it as his "househusband" time -- and learned to play the banjo. I gotta remember to tell him about this.<br /><br />After our adventure, my husband and I went and played pool (he beat me six games to one), then we ate chicken gyros for dinner, and watched a little TV. All day I had been thinking, "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Hmmm</span>... how am I going to get to a meeting today?" At 7:30 p.m. he told me he was exhausted and would be going to sleep soon, so I said, "Hey honey, if you're going to bed, I'm going to hit a meeting."<br /><br />"You're doing 90 in 90, so you <em>better </em>get to a meeting!" he retorted.<br /><br />So today's AA ended up being an 8:00 p.m. speaker meeting; it was my first attending this particular one. The speaker was a 20-year-old woman who has 2 1/2 years of sobriety. I heard a lot of similarities in her story, especially in some of the behaviors she chose, both drunk and sober. She talked about being chameleon-like as a kid, fitting in wherever there was a spot, and not knowing who she truly was until she got sober. She talked about how she still struggles with going to work every day, with going to school, and with doing her homework. She talked about listening to her sponsor.<br /><br />Another woman at the meeting looked familiar -- turns out she was at the treatment center where I used to work. She was there when I told my story a couple of weeks ago and just got out on Monday. She asked me to be her temporary sponsor; I agreed.<br /><br />Today was a great day. Thank you, higher power.<br /><br />Good night, sweet blog buds. JOJubilantOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613966521264369128noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285142686116621082.post-21446682325383091682008-10-24T15:09:00.002-05:002008-10-24T15:26:18.459-05:00Caution: HP at WorkI went to a 12:30 p.m. Big Book meeting and -- surprisingly -- my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">KindaSponsor</span>™ was there! Very strange. Usually, the only meeting she attends is our home group on Sunday. We exchanged pleasantries and a hug.<br /><br />We read the preface to the first edition and the beginning of There Is a Solution. I heard so much I needed to. The preface refers to the appendix about spirituality that has the William James quote at the end about "contempt prior to investigation." I shared about how I am scared to try to live according to my higher power's will. Someone said, "Progress not perfection." I haven't felt progress in quite a while. And I although I am afraid that going to meetings and listening will not help, there is a tiny shred of hope that they will.<br /><br />Thanks for listening - JO<br /><br />P.S. The comments form wasn't working before, for some reason, but it is now.JubilantOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613966521264369128noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285142686116621082.post-77846140446715194532008-10-23T11:31:00.002-05:002008-10-23T11:41:42.022-05:00Suburban AAI went to a 10 a.m. meeting in a suburb and talked about my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Crappitude</span>™, what's going on with my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">KindaSponsor</span>™, and how I need to both work the steps and get a temporary sponsor.<br /><br />The topic was Step 8 -- my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">KindaSponsor</span>™ is on my list as of today -- and I heard a lot of stuff I needed to hear.<br /><br />So! Gratitude.<br /><ul><li>I'm grateful for the idea of living one day at a time</li><li>I'm grateful that -- despite my best efforts to the contrary -- I have not had to take a drink since February 14, 2005</li><li>I'm grateful for a husband that puts up with my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">BullSheeyite</span>™</li><li>I'm grateful for the trademark symbol (™)</li></ul><p>Now to get to some of the stuff my husband asked me to take care of today. On my list: Contact <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Netflix</span> about the Pushing Daisies DVD (#2 of season 1) that my baby boy puppy punched through with one of his massive, pointy, white canine teeth.</p><p>::sigh::</p>JubilantOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613966521264369128noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285142686116621082.post-71127105174368408252008-10-23T09:28:00.001-05:002008-10-23T09:30:12.319-05:00Heading to a meeting...<a href="http://twelvebeads.blogspot.com/">Gwen</a> posted a gratitude list. As soon as I return from today's AA meeting, I will post mine.<br /><br />Thanks for listening - JO (formerly PP)JubilantOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613966521264369128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285142686116621082.post-32361180583339667992008-10-23T04:14:00.000-05:002008-10-23T04:18:38.442-05:00Up late... I mean early...It's 4:15 am and I've stayed up way way way past my bedtime.<br /><br />But my new blog is up & running and I'm ready to walk the talk.<br /><br />Love, JOJubilantOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613966521264369128noreply@blogger.com0