Recovery Tip Of The Day

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Random Bullets

• My day at the spa on Saturday was so tough that I think I sprained my wrist.
• Lots of newcomers over on SoberMoms.
• My spa mate went to visit friends in California and met a celebrity while she was there.
• I lived in southern California most of my life and never met a single celebrity.
• Although, the only celebrity I wish to meet is John Popper.
• I doubt seriously that will ever happen.
• My massage client's girlfriend wasn't able to make her nail appointment at the spa. She was "sick." He thinks she was probably hungover. This isn't the first time that has happened.
• In our business, when we don't work...we don't get paid. So if, in fact, her cancellation was due to drinking, then it is affecting others and not just herself. Trickle-down affect. Vicious circle.
• I am in the process of burning all my favorite CDs on to my new laptop.
• Recently burned: Four by Blues Traveler.
• I have no idea why I've got Blues Traveler on the brain.
• Maybe the universe is telling me that Popper is going to perform here and will be scheduled to see me while he's in town.
• He's probably not a massage therapy kind of guy.
• I think we might actually be distant relatives because we have the same eyes and we're both Hungarian.
• Yeah, maybe that's it.
• I'm minutes away from winning something on eBay.
• I'm watching Notting Hill.
• Hugh Grant just got the girl.
• I need to pull my head out of the haze. Currently, the best I can do is Blues Traveler flashbacks and pondering my ancestry.
• If you made it this far then you have my apologies.

Putting The Old Ghosts To Rest

There is a certain kind of fear that washes over me at times. A leftover, if you will, of the old days. I wasn’t a high functioning alcoholic, although I tried to make it look as if I was. I was never able to pull off stable employment or long term relationships. I never had close friends. All of it the result of my love affair with the bottle and my keen knack for being able to turn a good thing into a train wreck before noon on any given day.

Every semester that I attempted school, I would prep myself with pencils and texts and a determined outlook to make it work this time around. I never did. I could pull off the first three to four classes after which I began to disappear. Where I was at was simply contingent on the time of the day or the day of the week. What should have been an 8:00 AM Psych class was instead me passed out at some guy’s apartment having never made it home the night before. What should have been a 5:00 PM Sociology class was me at a bar that I had been at since noon; drunk, in a blackout, and probably cruising the stools for the next poor soul who would buy my evening’s fill. What should have been a Statistics test at 12:00 PM on a Wednesday was me so disoriented by my hangover that I simply forgot. And didn’t show up. It was no wonder that I failed out of two colleges before graduating from a third at the age of 28.

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I Have My Reasons

People know that I moved 2,600 miles across the country after I got married. What most people don’t realize is that a large motivator for that relocation was my fragile sober state and my utter fear of relapsing yet again. People also recognize me as an intensely private individual who doesn’t socialize much and has little contact with her family. What most don’t know is that I used to be very social and come from a large family that gathers several times a year for large family parties. I choose not to be present.

Kristin Then and Kristin Now are vastly different because of sobriety and I refuse to make apologies or explanations for the transformation. As a chronic relapser, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that my triggers are not the liquor aisle at the market or alcoholic stimuli in TV and movies. My triggers are liquor in social circles (notably in private homes) and my own family gatherings. I’m as spiritually fit as I’ve ever been and have a rich, full life in recovery; but throw me into a family gathering where everyone has been guzzling beer since 10:00 AM and you’ll find me hungry, angry, lonely, and tired by mid day. It’s never been a pleasant experience for me and I know that the circumstances surrounding my family’s relationship with alcohol will never change. Therefore, sanity management requires that I remove myself from the equation.

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Letting go of dangerous people and places for the sake of our recovery.

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Recovery Tip Of The Day

Don't play games with God. You can't win.

~ Anonymous

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