I only have a buck of emotional money to spend each day…
They are the frequency holders, the butterfly riders, the forever people.
Those same automatics that bring about relapses because of what I describe as that other definition of H.A.L.T., as half assed lazy thinking.
Conflict in all its forms has been in my thoughts these last few months. Brought forth not only from the ravages of a world out of tilt, but also by the inside ones that hide amongst everyday actions and thoughts.
Working on accepting the hard to accept The warm air felt almost otherworldly as I took my bike on a long overdue ride. I had to get out of the house, there was nothing wrong other than the confinement of the last few months. The clearing of the mind was almost an emergency order as […]
Writing was always a form of therapy, typing the thoughts out often makes things clearer, I see where my mistakes were made, or where the juxtaposition of my thinking took a header off the cliff.
“but those 12 suggestions I followed on the walls of the rooms of AA have left me more capable than ever before to deal with this pandemic.”
Is this more fixed, or more broken? How the heck was I supposed to know? So I let it cook…
M.E.S.H. – My Experience, Strength, and Hope.
The headlines and deadlines that run nonstop through our collective notions. What we create with what we have is also what we destroy, because and with, the same factors.