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Tue, Sep 11, 2018 08:38:13 AM
🌀 freedom from rigidity, 🌀
posted: Tue, Sep 11, 2018 08:38:13 AM
is certainly a gift that i can cherish and be grateful for, as i stay clean and learn to live an active program of recovery. i have to admit that i am not a very spontaneous person and i do not adapt to rapidly changing circumstances with the greatest of ease. ironically, my inability to rapidly adapt to ever-changing circumstances led to my trip to Cañon City tomorrow morning, yes i am still whining about that! the fact of the matter is, i am more than a bit grateful that i did not have another month to consider whether or not i would make that middle of the week journey.
this morning on the actual anniversary of the first day that i did not use, i wonder whether or not i will ever be freed from the rigidity that defines so much of who i think i am. the current theme of this little exercise and what i have been sharing is the stories that have defined me for so long that it is no longer amusing. although it bis certainly a worthwhile exercise, moving forward, it is time to seek a bit of relief from this little bit of obsession. i guess that to move on, i need to spend some time with my sponsor, and perhaps on my trip down south tomorrow, i might be able to do just that, i certainly can ask anyhow.
what i heard this morning, for a change of pace, was not the insanity of what i have been telling myself for the past fifty years. what i heard was that as i have grown up in my recovery, i can find a bit of relief from being what i always thought i was and who i thought i am. since the day i thought i “got away” with using that very last time, i have inexorably been marching towards being something different. no i have not become some sort of recovery “saint” with halos and beams of light being emitted from all my bodily orifices. i have, however, started on a journey towards being something more realistic. i GET to be a part of a life that i once found moire than a little “meh.” the obligation i GOT to accept tomorrow, is part of that journey. in the here and now, i made a decision and agreed to be somewhere and the man i am today, has just enough integrity to honor that commitment, no matter how hesitant he is. as i continue to wait for the guidance on how to respond to the other friend, who decided to once again reach out and touch me, i can be assured that it will be the result of finding the HOPE that maybe this time, things will be different. where once i would have rigidly stood my ground and used the past against finding any redeeming qualities, perhaps today i can find a way to move forward and give a bit of empathy and compassion. it is a good day to be clean and a good one, to change into something more and take a bit of a walk, before i get chained to my desk.
this morning on the actual anniversary of the first day that i did not use, i wonder whether or not i will ever be freed from the rigidity that defines so much of who i think i am. the current theme of this little exercise and what i have been sharing is the stories that have defined me for so long that it is no longer amusing. although it bis certainly a worthwhile exercise, moving forward, it is time to seek a bit of relief from this little bit of obsession. i guess that to move on, i need to spend some time with my sponsor, and perhaps on my trip down south tomorrow, i might be able to do just that, i certainly can ask anyhow.
what i heard this morning, for a change of pace, was not the insanity of what i have been telling myself for the past fifty years. what i heard was that as i have grown up in my recovery, i can find a bit of relief from being what i always thought i was and who i thought i am. since the day i thought i “got away” with using that very last time, i have inexorably been marching towards being something different. no i have not become some sort of recovery “saint” with halos and beams of light being emitted from all my bodily orifices. i have, however, started on a journey towards being something more realistic. i GET to be a part of a life that i once found moire than a little “meh.” the obligation i GOT to accept tomorrow, is part of that journey. in the here and now, i made a decision and agreed to be somewhere and the man i am today, has just enough integrity to honor that commitment, no matter how hesitant he is. as i continue to wait for the guidance on how to respond to the other friend, who decided to once again reach out and touch me, i can be assured that it will be the result of finding the HOPE that maybe this time, things will be different. where once i would have rigidly stood my ground and used the past against finding any redeeming qualities, perhaps today i can find a way to move forward and give a bit of empathy and compassion. it is a good day to be clean and a good one, to change into something more and take a bit of a walk, before i get chained to my desk.
∞ DT ∞
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While the author is a member of a 12 Step recovery fellowship, these writings are not intended to endorse or express the published wisdom of any fellowship.
These writings are not meant to be socially or politically correct, and if you take issue with any opinions expressed, please seek the guidance of someone wiser than me.
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☯ The Tao that can be spoken is not the eternal Tao ☯
by Lao-Tse
Translated by James Legge
Book 1
2) Though in its primordial simplicity it may be small, the whole
world dares not deal with (one embodying) it as a minister. If a feudal
prince or the king could guard and hold it, all would spontaneously
submit themselves to him.