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- Nothing You Can Find – Reprise on Nov 17, 2009 in Gratitude promises
I was thinking about an old post last night, Nothing You Can Find That Cannot Be Found, and about how lucky I was, that early in recovery, to have been protected from the worst of my temptations. A little space for a little while can be a good thin...
- Oh, There’s No Place Like Home for the Holidays on Nov 9, 2009 in Acceptance Service 12th step 1st Step alcoholism family Honesty jail
Last night I realized that the three most recent pictures I have of my mother . . . are mug shots. The first was taken about 22 months ago when she was arrested in her driveway for “obstructing justice.” The police were at the house to...
- Sweeping on Nov 6, 2009 in Justice 9th step relationships
“Simply tell him that we will never get over drinking until we have done our utmost to straighten out the past. We are there to sweep off our side of the street, realizing that nothing worth while can be accomplished until we do so, never tryin...
- Thin Again on Oct 26, 2009 in Ephemera
I’ve always been a skinny person. Before my addiction to crystal meth the most I ever in my life weighed was 180 pounds. I’m also 6′4″ so while 180 isn’t exactly underweight it is only a 32″ waist. Call it na...
- Day 5 (plus 1000) on Oct 16, 2009 in Courage Ephemera Gratitude Perseverance
I can’t believe it. Day 1000 passed without my noticing it. I was in Las Vegas at the time visiting my mom and dad. I spent the day hanging out with them, my great-uncle and his new wife and daughter, my aunt and two of my cousins. Watched...
- Day 5 (plus 1000) on Oct 16, 2009 in Courage Ephemera Gratitude Perseverance
I can’t believe it. Day 1000 passed without my noticing it. I was in Las Vegas at the time visiting my mom and dad. I spent the day hanging out with them, my great-uncle and his new wife and daughter, my aunt and two of my cousins. Watched...
- Exhausted . . . again. Naturally. on Oct 8, 2009 in Perseverance
They’re out. They’re back in. They’re out. They’re back in. It’s exhausting. I’m afraid I have a growing prejudice against those that seem to want it but aren’t willing to ride out the discomfort in orde...
