Some memes

does not mean that the challenges of life become a solo endeavor. asking for help was not something i was taught to do, in fact, i was taught that it was a sign of weakness. i have written many times before about how coming to recovery gave me a whole new manner of looking at the myself, the world and my place in that world. as a result, i may still balk at asking for help, but not for very long, as i have learned the value of getting that tush push over the goal line.
here i sit, getting ready to embark on a day of supporting my cousins in their grief, wondering if this was really the next right thing to do. i know it is way too late to change the path i have selected and yet i am full of self-doubt and a bit of angst over the fact that i am here at all. i guess that is par for the course, after leaving all my responsibilities a time zone to the west and sitting in an overpriced hotel room, taking another day off from working out. this morning as my cousins greet their friends and family, i may take several sort walks around whatever neighborhood i happen to be in, just to stretch my legs and get my steps.
so i have already run out of ideas about what i need to post to the interwebs. i am way out of my routine, even though i have done all that i need to do to get spiritually connected and centered. i think that i need to march off a few more steps, get in the shower and prepare myself for the day ahead.

∞ DT ∞