I debated yesterday whether to keep this blog going or to shut it down.
Actually, it was over the last two nights that I had a deep internal committee meeting a la Star Chamber and weighed out the pros and cons of keeping this little thing up and running. I wasn’t sure if I was reaching enough people, or if this little Dear Diary had run it’s course, or if perhaps I was outgrowing it.
Judge #1: The paragraph you just wrote is chock full of lies.
Me: I don’t know what you’re talking about. {shuffles feet, looks outside window}
Judge #2: Tell them the truth.
Me: Look, I am just writing what’s going on with me. I don’t really care what others think. This is just my corner of the world, and I am being as honest as I need to.
Judge #3: You’re wrong. You do care. Being honest as you need to got you drunk. Whether by omission or commission, you are lying. Be true to yourself.
Me: But –
Judge #1: Do it.
Ok, so here’s the real deal. The last two nights I thought about abandoning this blog and all my online recovery activities because I was having little tantrums inside. The kind of kid-at-Walmart-who-can’t-have-a-Dora-Splashpad kind of tantrum. And what, say you, would those tantrums be about? What is making Paul want to take his ball and go home? What is little Pauly Wally getting his knickers in a knot about?
Old Paul has entered the playground, and he now wants that same ball and wants to play dodge ball with Current Paul’s head. Old Paul sees that he’s not getting from others what he should be getting from within, and from the Playground Monitor upstairs. Old Paul looks around and sees that everyone else has nicer, shinier balls. Balls! Balls! Balls! With Nike swoops and jubbaloops and meant for hoops. With new flimmers and flammers and right fangled bammers. Hocks and docks and Reeboks you say? Oh day! Today! Oh tish oh tat we wouldn’t do that! *
So in looking outward for validation and acceptance, I have also don on the filters. For the last week or so I have been looking at life through the lenses of jealousy, envy and ingratitude. I have been looking at others and counting their blessings. I have taken out the Universal Ledger from the vault and marked the sheets, unbalancing the scales and finding myself at the lower end of things. I have been putting expectations on others to make me happy. And when they haven’t succeeded (how could they?), Old Paul comes out like a Grizzly new out of hibernation – on the prowl for prey to cause pain to.
Pride and Ego,paired like Jaws and Oddjob, are relentless foes. Pride is actually the one wailing on me with gold embossed knuckle bars right this moment as I write this. I mean, should I just put this the draft folder and forget about it? “You don’t want to look weak, do you? Man up, Buttercup! You gotta keep up appearances, ol’ chum. Sod off if you want, but don’t bring me down, ol’ fruit. ” Biff! Thwock! Shwaff! Ego is keeping pace, egging Pride on, taking in his shots now and then too. Whock! Klam! Fa-thud! “Aren’t you supposed to be positive one, the helpful one? Aren’t you supposed to be all knowing? It’s all or nothing baby!”
And all or nothing is how I stumbled through life. If I couldn’t be the top of the heap, then my head crept under the pile and stayed there, bottle in hand to keep me company. A dung beetle with his prized poop, in his Den of Desolation. I had to be number one, or else I smelled like number two. That’s just how things were, but there are times when Old Paul likes to bring that old chestnut out, bang the tambourine and make a charge for the top of that heap once again. And once again, like always, I see that I cannot be on the top of that heap and have fallen down in disgrace and realized that since “all” wasn’t happening, “nothing” was next. And hence, the thoughts of removing myself offline. That’s about as “nothing” as I can get, because pulling the plug on my existence in cyberspace is as good as pulling the plug on my existence on this earthly plane. And I did that regularly, with drink(s) in hand and a mind ready to be erased like a hard drive through a magnet spell.
And again, what is really so bad that I get my bash-on and dash-on? I can’t pinpoint it. Oh wait, I can – I haven’t been working my program like I ought to. I haven’t been to a meeting in weeks, all but one of my sponsees have disappeared or just doing their thing and not reaching out to me, I have been neglecting my prayers and meditation and I’ve been becoming more and more reclusive. Going online has been what I have been doing more of lately, and there is where the experience of having expectations on others has germinated. So if I am not out there, then I am here. And here, I am far from the King of the Castle. I don’t have the following I would like, I have been bashed for several of my posts by others, I am not bubbly enough to be popular and I am constantly jumping from twitter to blogs to recovery forums trying to give my $0.02 in hopes that I will be given a bone – yap! yap! they like me! {eats a shoe}
Ugh. Pathetic. Makes me cringe even writing this. And the ugly circle is this – the more I use my time in trying to be “popular” or “respected” or “liked”, the less time I use to devote to my own inner life recovery and the less inner life recovery I have, the more I try to have others like me. Got it? Are you keeping score at home ? I’m confused too, but that’s really what has been happening for me lately. So, getting tired of this flawed perpetual motion machine, I am ready to jump off and just forget the whole business. Get back to the farm, so to speak. Till soil and tend cows. Reap the earth. Sew buttons on hemp clothing and search the sun for inspiration. Watch goats give birth and wean and play with the pigs in the mud. Simple stuff.
Who am I kidding…I don’t even like camping.
Enough of the problem.
Solution time, my main daimies (Google it. Best. Movie. Ever)
I texted my friend John (who has about 25 years sobriety) about my state of affairs, whinging and moaning about, he texted me this first line: “Do Steps 1 and 2. Maybe 3”. Five seconds later he followed it up with “Now.” Yikes! So what he was telling me was the simplest thing – get over yourself. But in a nice way. Or not. In other words, I have to remember that of myself, I am nothing. I can’t manage things on my own. But there is one who can help me, and that’s the Creator. No problem too big for the Big Enchilada. So finally, lean on Him. Let Him run the shop. Just sweep the floors and wash the windows. Let him come up with the Big Plan. Have a ham sandwich during break and lock up before heading home for the day.
So it comes back to looking within for my sense of self and serenity. I cannot find it out there. I can’t look at how popular other people are, how handsome they are, how well off they are, how good they smell (?) or how many others clamour for their attention. I have to ignore the noise and look here {points to solar plexus}. Here is where I will find what I need. Here is where the magic will flow out of. Here is where love and fulfilment will nest. And all the stats and hangers-ons and shiny new balls will fade away into my blind spot, into the arena of the unnecessary. They will start to shut down. Continuing to look inward and having His will guide me through me and throughout me is where I need to put my trust in. Not numbers and phone calls and emails and other external only things that give the illusion of affirmation. Things that are see-through and wispy. Things that don’t hold sway in His world.
I see where I am at, and I see where I want to be….and I am not there. And that isn’t the plan. That isn’t what this is all about. It’s not my plan. It’s His. I am where I need to be. Cliched. Oh hell ya. But the more I resist it, the more I find it true. I can’t recall ever looking back at where I have come and said to myself “Oh yeah, I shouldn’t have been there at that time at that place doing what I was doing”. No – I was exactly where I should have been at those place doing what I was doing. And not because I necessarily wanted to be there doing those things. I don’t like a lot of where I was doing what I was doing, to be honest. But to get here, I had to be there. And for me to get there, I need to be here. A journey of transitions, of marked conversions and evolution, fluxes in the infrastructure to herald the greater good.
Movin’ and groovin’, baby.
What this means to me now, as I hunch here writing this, is that I need to sit quietly. I need to contemplate my state of grace, my path, my immediate now-ness. And let the rest ride. Completely. Let that mutha’ ride out. Because I am not in charge. I do the things I need to do of course, and I take the path that I need to in keeping me on the beam. I pray, I meditate, I don’t get caught up in the externals. Re-connect with Current Paul. Continuing Paul. Growing Paul. Forget Old Paul and his henchmen. Stand on firm ground and let the wind of His Spirit warm me over, enveloping me with further grace and love. Spread the word. Make someone smile every day. Be kind to animals. Play with the kids. Be nice to old folks. Fold the clothes and take out the garbage without being asked.
The other day, I was sitting still in meditation, allowing the soft sting of frankincense curl around my nose. I focused on my breath and allowed the rhythm put me into a state of harnessed gentleness. I then arose, read a little and decided to nap. It was upon napping that I woke up to a song in my head. I sometimes find that I get little “messages” through songs. Doesn’t happen often, but it does happen. On this day, I had Billy Joel’s “Just the Way You Are” swooning and swarming around. I hadn’t heard it in years, and yet here it was. The lyrics “I love you just the way you are” were going over and over in my head. Cue the sax solo. I know I am loved as I am right now. I know that I am where I need to be, and can’t look outside myself to create happiness. It’s an inside job. And what a deal it is.
If I can only remember to get myself out of the way. Shut Old Paul down and keep on swimming over here.
* Apologies to Theodor Seuss Geisel aka Dr. Seuss
awesome!!!
Well Paul I would miss your blog if you shut it down. So, please pretty please don’t. 🙂
You are authentic! and that is what is so truly awesome. I can see that because I am sober. Your words have meant a lot to me and can so relate being an alcoholic.
“And all or nothing is how I stumbled through life. If I couldn’t be the top of the heap, then my head crept under the pile and stayed there, bottle in hand to keep me company. ”
That is how I lived my life before! Wow totally fierce (and nasty) I was. Did jack shit for me.
Your words have touched me so much and I think you will hear from so many others who will echo my sentiment. Do what is right for you? But I say stay 😉
Struth mate, really been through the mill this week havetcha? At the risk of feeding your ego lemme just say I find your honesty both refreshing and inspiring…glad you haven’t packed it in just yet. Respect man, REDdog
Paul- Your blog posts and your thoughtful and insightful comments on my own ramblings are some of the things keeping me afloat right now. Please, please stay. I need your wisdom, kindness and humor in this space and I am betting I am not the only one…
NOOO! I just want to say that the sobersphere would have a huge crack in it if you left!
Seriously, my biggest hurdle is not comparing myself to others. Not using their “success” as a measure of my progress. Sometimes I rant, sometimes it just burns a little in me, like a tiny candle. It just takes practice, which it seems like you are doing, sitting and observing it, and like you said, letting it go/riding it out! You ARE where you need to be, and these damn small increments of change? Maybe even accepting those as a fundamental part of life (damn it, because I am so tired of waiting for big, awesome changes, aren’t you?)…
Anyway, big hugs from my little sober world. 🙂
My first thought when reading this was noooooooooooooooo
Followed by Oh. No.
Oh dear.
Paul, for whatever it’s worth, *I* think you’re much respected and valued around here and I think a lot of people get a whole lot from your insightful and caring posts and comments. And I suspect you get a lot from it too, or you wouldn’t post so thoughtfully and often and at length, with such perceptiveness and intelligence.
Who is bashing your posts? What? Grrr. Want me to kneecap them for you? I may be utterly oblivious but one of the things I’ve really loved about our little sobersphere is the lack of snarking and meanness and judgement, unlike what I’ve seen – and was turned off by – on some recovery forums. So this displeases me greatly to hear.
If you want to take a little break from blogging, sure, fine, take a little break, but don’t throw out the baby with the bathwater, as it were. No need to pack it all in just because you’re having a bad week and doubting yourself. I think this little corner of the world would be sadder and lesser for losing you.
Goodness. First Mrs D and now you. I simply can’t take these little temper tantrums from my favourite sober bloggers, so I’m afraid you’re just going to have to get over it!!
😉
But seriously, don’t go.
*Gives Paul a big hug*
Feel better soon. I wish I could say as insightful things as you’ve often said to me.
Lilly xoxo
Hey Paul,
Ditto everything Lilly said! You are very much a part of my sober recovery world and I would be really upset to see you go. Your insight on everything is so deep and clever. You articulate beautifully. There isn’t always time to show the appreciation on here…but it’s there. Blogging and commenting keeps me sober, I know it does. Sometimes it’s makes me smile and a nice comment can make my day. Someone agreeing with me or validating what I say can make it seem more worthwhile. Lots of feedback gives me more confidence and encourages me to write more. But, the one and only thing that matters here is that I am sober and you are sober and we are helping each other stay sober. The other stuff is just the icing on the cake.
It’s a bad week, hang on in there, you know this will pass.
We need you and want you to stay.
Hugs to you
Carrie x
I, for one, really hope the new Paul win this battle with the old Paul.
I don’t comment a lot on your posts, but please know that every one I read gives me something that I really need at that moment. Kinda like meetings. 🙂
I value so much your insight and honesty. You exemplify what the big book is talking about every time it mentions one alcoholic helping another. You speak our language. Please don’t stop.
Jami
Hi Paul,
I liked this, but I really didn’t want to… I don’t know what I’d do if you left the blogosphere.
I doubt there’s a blogger out there that doesn’t do the comparison thing… wait, I’ve been doing this longer, but he has more followers! How come she gets 10 comments and I only get one? That kind of stuff.
So you’re not alone, but the question is: what to do about it? cut and run, because in the end, a blog is not worth your sanity, or work through it, in the hopes of learning something? The answer depends on how insane this is making you.
In either event, know I am here for you (as, I’m imagining, all the commenters ahead of me are). I am praying for you, and, although I’m not in position to direct His actions, I am hoping He sees fit to have you continue to inspire me, and all your other faithful followers!
Let Go and Let GOD… I think you hit the nail on the head in speaking of how we need to stay in touch with our journey – the meditation, reflections, self-work… While the blogging is one thing, a means to let out our thoughts, it’s not about popularity. Believe it or not, just by putting your thoughts out there, you are connecting with people. Some will recognize some of their own thoughts in there – as I do in this blog… because I wondered if I should continue given I have decided to be semi-sober rather than completely sober. No matter the journey – they are all worthwhile and worth following.
I hope to continue seeing you here Paul.
Warmest wishes,
Helene
Paul, don’t take your ball & go home!!
I am an irregular blogging visitor, but I really like your stuff. REALLY like it.
I remember caring re the stats in the beginning but now they are just same-same & don’t seem they’ll change. So I’ve let go worrying. They will just “be”.
But then you get those comments where you can tell you matter to people, and that’s valuable.
Hang in there. 🙂
This blogging thing can mess with your mind sometimes so I get you there. My father-in-law taught me the phrase “compare and despair”, which fits my thinking when I start to get lured by the popularity contest. You are such an important presence in the online recovery community but even if only 5 people read your blog (including your dog), your words would still be important. We often never know whose lives we impact and it’s ok to want to be relevant. You do good work, Paul.
Hi Paul, I would have to agree with everyone else. Please don’t go, Although we have just connected in sober blogsville…I do value your positive comments. It’s nice to know others can relate and at the end of the day we just need to stick together and let our shit out. We need you:) lol-b
Paul…I read all of your comments on others blogs and you always write the perfect thing. It’s hard to write something ‘better’ than you do! I read your blog and your sense of humor/ personality makes me smile and giggle. You have a great sense of humor and yet you can be so serious, genuine and supportive to so many. I frowned and growled when I read that you had others bashing your posts. Damn bullies are everywhere! I get that you don’t want to ‘play with us’ anymore…but most of us REALLY like having you here! You know how to play this ‘sober game’ so well and I personally look to you for guidance. But you don’t have to take care of me (us), you have to take care of yourself! So do what makes you happy, write what makes you happy, don’t write online if that makes you happy, and don’t listen to the bullies or worry about the “popular” sober kids. Take a guilt free vacation from writing and enjoy other things and come back here when you want to. Big hugs to you!
I watched a documentary recently called “Happy.” It was a study about what makes humans happy. Go figure. One of the greatest contributions to a person’s happiness is communal living—in a cooperative sense. The study found that when living in a co-op situation where everybody contributes by providing maintenance, cooking companionship and other life necessities, people tend to focus on what they have to offer to the benefit of the greater good, rather than what they don’t have and what they can’t do. In this communal online sober blog world, you actually offer a great service and deep insight to many others. Unfortunately in this communal online sober blog world we are removed from human interaction and thus feedback.
I’m reminded of negative feedback in the business world. We are taught that with every negative comment there are 10 more negative views that have not been voiced. This goes for positive feedback as well. People love your blog and rely on your blog for inspiration, but many will never tell you that. I’m envious of your writing abilities and your voice (and yes, your sobriety time), but I’ve never told you that because I didn’t want to take the time and I didn’t think my opinion mattered.
Outside of your own posts, I see you across the boards providing encouragement to those who struggle and kudos to those who celebrate. It seems that you make a great contribution to the rest of us.
I wish you were my sponsor because I don’t have one. Go to a meeting and get a new sponsee. That person would be really lucky.
Ditto what everyone else has to say.
And now here’s what I have to say.
I feel ya dude. I too find myself getting jealous and envious about others and how many views my posts get and whether or not anyone is reading and how come she’s doing so well and I’m not and…and…what a load of shit.
But it’s true. So I feel ya, I really, really do.
But what I do when that bitch in my head starts yapping her head off (that would be old Sherry but I don’t like the adjective “old” so I just call her that bitch) is to remember that my blog is about ME. It’s my way to write (which is something I’ve always wanted to do) when I know I don’t have the talent to be a “writer”. It’s my way to vent, to whine, to celebrate, to share. I have to remember that because otherwise the bitch gets so loud I have trouble hearing my whining over her big mouth. This is the only place in my life that I make it all about ME.
I have tried shutting down – only to find the pull of the keyboard even stronger. So I come back, tail between my legs, and fire it up again. Which is what I hope you do. (Not the tail between your legs thing…just the writing thing.)
Because I love the way you write. I love the way you string words together and I can tell by the way you do it that you need to do it. Maybe you’ll find another outlet or maybe you’re a professional writer and so this is just geting old. I don’t know. All I know is I love what you have to say and what you share and I am really, really going to miss your posts if you shut it down.
So that’s my two cents. Namaste my friend…namaste.
LOL! Paul, I think I almost grew a resentment here! Have you seen my stats? You have way more followers, comments and visits – I think I need to shut mine down! LOL. But I know what you’re saying, I can relate to that feeling of not good enough and wanting to be on the very top or none at all. I was an A+ student and if I didn’t get an A I was ready to drop the class and change my career path and all! These extremely high marks that we place on our selves, are just horrible, no one can ever reach them and most definitely not us. I saw this little line on a blog recently that has really resonated with me and sorry I can’t remember which blog but it was a little affirmation prayer that went something like this:
I am enough. I have enough. I do enough.
Hugs,
-Maggie
You are a blessing, Paul.
Ah, the bane of every recovery writer, no? My phone? Oh, I’m just checking my stats on my WP app… dammit, what do these people want, anyway?! LOL! Yeah, you can see I’m rockin’ the step 1, step 2 dance over on my page, too. Thank God for countless opportunities to practice humility. 🙂
WELL PAUL…..I have to say….there are MANY things in my head SCREAMING for me to write here on this comment PAGE…..First….*Keep your PRINCIPALS before PERSONALITY*….HHHMMM….Where have I heard this???….LOL….LOOK, you have NO IDEA hoe the EGO runs WILD with MEN in the WORLD of Recovering Addicted Gamblers!!…Men DRINK, Gamble, do Drugs, ETC, ETC, FOR way different reasons then women??? THERE BOASTING & EGOS & PRIDE…..your not the first to PONDER these same questions in your own recovery…..Many of us do at one point or another in recovery.
The advice you got is Excellent…..and I’m a Wee Bit surprised you don’t keep reworking your 12-steps on a regular basis’s, it really helps from getting *STUCK* or STALE* in your recovery as your grow and change. Your priorities and perceptions change as you evolve in working your steps.
I would really be sorry to see you shut down this awesome SITE of yours. You never know who’s LIFE you may touch with your personal testimony! You are most CERTAINLY RIGHT about our HP working threw US to be of recovery service to others. Before I start my day and before I write Anything….I pray and as my HP to please Guide me where I can be the Most Help in recovery to others……..Just my little thing. 🙂 🙂
SO, BEFORE YOU Decide to PULL the PLUG, or YELL OUT….”Everybody Out Of THE POOL”!!! Let me do one thing for you Please…….Actually 2 things……#ONE…..I have Nominated your Helpful Blog and YOU Mr. Paul…for *THE WordPress Family AWARD**
All the details are on my blog page http://wp.me/P3xH1g-ar
2ND….I’d like to *SHARE* your BLOG on MY BLOG as My *Weekend Recovery Spotlight*….if that would be OK with you????
Sorry this is SO LONG…but I’m an Italian….we women love to *RAMBLE*….Just let me know, I’d love to share your with my Recovery Friends!
Much LUV, Hugs, and Blessings to you Mr. Paul!! 🙂 🙂 *Catherine*
I’m going to echo the others here and say please never go! I like your posts. I always feel like you’ve put a lot of thought into them, they always make me stop and think and the pictures are ace. X
Feelings aren’t facts, Mr. Paul, remember that too. And remember zen principles, nothing is permanent, nothing lasts forever, all is in constant flux. So … Your feelings, that are not facts, will change–I promise.
Look at ALL the comments above me—those are facts. You mean so much more than you realize to so many more people than you realize. Fact.
In my first year blogging, I considered pulling the plug probably every other day. Even today, I debate it occasionally. But I know how my mind works. I know my fear and insecurities are chattering away (that monkey mind, ya know), and I know if I just wait them out, they’ll quiet down eventually.
Try something–don’t watch your stats. Stats are deceiving anyway, as are likes, because there’s a lot of fluff and spam likers out there. Write from your heart, tag effectively, comment on others’ when you can and when your motives are true, reply to your own comments, and just trust that at least one person is benefitting from your message–even if that one person is you. Focus on quality of community vs quantity of followers and likes — and oddly enough, the numbers still grow even if you don’t check them.
As long as it is fun for you, keep doing it (blogging). If it is hurting vs helping your recovery, take a break for a few weeks and then reevaluate.
Blessings, C-
I have never replied to someone’s comments, but Christy, this is beautiful, and should be re-blogged somewhere. Very, very serious here… “even if that one person is you” is something every blogger should read!
Well done, and Paul, if you are ever doubting yourself again, please come back to these comments and re-read!!!
Awww, thank you Josie, that’s sweet! xo
Maybe I will do so if Paul doesn’t mind me linking to this post?
Dude. If you aren’t there who will I say Cheers to?
I have to remind myself that my blog is for ME first and foremost. And then if people relate I feel even better. And it’s OK to be “selfish” that way since we don’t lock our thoughts up in a private journal, but put them out there for people to see. Brave. Good. Helpful. Scary!
Like I tell my sons: Do your best. Not be THE best- be YOUR best. Which sometimes isn’t really even that damn good at all. Ah well. It’s what I’ve got today. Best changes all the time.
Don’t quit. I would miss you.
Cheers!
I will have to agree with everyone else…please don’t go. Although we have just recently started following each others blogs, I do value your positive comments. I think it is really important to support one another and know that we are not alone on this journey and we can be that cheering parade amongst all the shit we have to go through. You rock and don’t forget that!! xoxo-b
I know you’re not actually going to go (as you’ve said in all the comments above), so I won’t beg you to stay (stay! stay!). But I do want to kick your butt a bit.
When you and I met for coffee in Toronto, you told me then (back in May!) that you knew that you spent far too much time in the blogosphere, jumping from site to site, leaving comments. We talked about how this kind of ‘virtual’ living was keeping you from truly discovering WHO you are, WHAT you like to do, WHY you like X and not Y.
I asked you what you like to do in your free time; you didn’t really know. I asked you what your passions were (besides your family); you didn’t really know. I asked you what you found interesting, what you’d like to pursue more knowledge in; you didn’t really know. How is it going with answering these questions now, just over 2 months on?
Can I take our talk a step farther now? I’d like to tentatively suggest that maybe – just maybe – your jealousy partly comes from the feeling that others have done the work to figure out their passions and interests, and now go about dedicating time to learning more about these things. These people are genuine, and open, and have strong voices which others respond to. They are fulfilled and interesting and insightful. That’s what we all want to be – but first, we must know who we are, what we love, what moves us.
Here’s what I think, and I hope you will reflect on it: I think that you HAVE found what you love and what you are interested in and what you are good at – and you do not even know it. Or maybe you DO know it, but lack confidence to stand up for it, to stand by it.
Anyway, I think you are a capital-W Writer. You communicate so beautifully, and when you write, your voice is honest and strong. You have brought tears to my eyes more than once; your writing made me want to meet you in person, talk to you, give you a hug, confide in you.
That’s a gift, Paul, and it’s not one to be taken lightly. It should be fully considered before it is discarded or stuck in the closet, forgotten and neglected. No, it’s not like being a rock star or a supermodel and it isn’t the most glamorous or ‘look at me!’ gifts, but hey! It can reach others. It’s got beauty. It’s got power. And writing brought us together, didn’t it?
Ignore the stats. Ignore the likes. Do what you love and these things will come. But if you do what you love, then it won’t matter if these things come or not.
Big, big hugs.
M
Love this reply and ditto what M said. Except we didn’t meet for coffee.
Bang on M. I felt write as you’ve done but felt to do so without any history to speak of would have been presumptuous. The Lord works in mysterrious ways and concur with you, Paul has an untapped talent for writing. Respect REDdog
Well said, M, extremely well said.
Dear Paul. You rock. For really showing what’s going on underneath. I get lots of emails that say versions of this same thing, and on what DDG hit on above, “where’s my big rainbow? why is she happier in her sobriety than i am in mine.” and yeah, there’s no perfect happy sobriety. some days are rotten. other days are glorious. some situations are easier. some kids vomit on the carpet. we’re all doing our version of the sobriety thing. can’t compare apples to oranges AND can’t compare our internal journey to someone’s publicly broadcasted, edited, version of truth. well you CAN compare, but only if you want to make yourself crazy… nuff said. 🙂
Do what you love, in every area of your life (balance).My experience is that It all falls into place. It only falls out of place when I am not authentic with self. The question then becomes: Where I am not being authentic with my gifts to humanity? Where am I playing small?
My peace is in God (not stats, followers, comments, or likes) so you can stay or go, but you will always be in my life. Even if I have to hunt you down 🙂 to have a cup of coffee with you.
Love and Light
Really loved this!
Whoa, I go on holiday and then this??!! But I know where you are coming from for sure.. it does mess with your head at times… when I find myself with those tricky thoughts about my online life I usually know it is time for me to shift my eyes outwards and focus on the life I have around me (not in the computer!). It’s the balance, both are important but I need to stay balanced. You really do give an awful lot to all of us… if your comment is only two words I will still be immensely grateful! xxxx
This is so much my big issue. i’m such a victim of comparing myself to others. i’ve been getting better at it lately with Step 10 spot checks and telling my brain to just stop it, but in real life and in the internet world…i need as many posts like this one that i can get!