What happened felt like I was taking a long run at a moving train in hopes I could tackle it and derail the thinking that had rutted my tracks so deeply.
Just Don’t Stay
Avoiding Recovery
"I'm sick of my crap too!"
Lose Yourself
What also ran into all of this was a realization that there is no there, that I've been looking for.
Letting it Cook
Those reminders of the basics, and letting what you know now set in for a bit, make a bed, stay a night or two, are imperative to remember.
Joy 2.0
It is a practice in acceptance, a discovery of more tolerance, and a space clearing exercise that helps in these confined times.
The Spirit and the Squirrel
to throw them at the wall like spaghetti to see if they'll stick. Almost a character study in a vampire's life, there's nothing looking back at me when I check the mirror.
The Self Pattern
If you get hit by a car it will probably hurt, the sky is blue, and pigs don't fly.
The Forever People
They are the frequency holders, the butterfly riders, the forever people.
Grafting the Tree
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.
To All Our Affairs
"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."
By All Means
So, with twenty drafts of the same story piling up, it is clear that that piece of the puzzle is just going to have to come into focus in a different manner. The size of the thoughts too large to fit through the doorway of a single post.
The Family Afterwards
M.E.S.H. - My Experience, Strength, and Hope.
