I recently wrote about comparing myself, specifically to other runners. I explored how this was something that cropped up in my life over and over again. Not with runners per se, but in many other areas of my life. And like one of those Whac-A-Mole games, when it disappeared from one part of my life,…
Tag: Respect
Running With Wolves
I guess you can say this is a follow up to my last post about being a lone wolf. Since I wrote that post, I have taken a few actions. To wit: I finally reached out to my sponsor and had a great discussion. We caught up on some stuff going on with him, and…
March Of The Normies
“There’s no such thing as normal people – just people who haven’t shared yet.” – Unknown There is a word we bandy around in recovery circles that refers to those who aren’t in the grips of alcoholism or addiction. A word for those who seem to “get” life and who seem to be gifted with…
Give It A Rest, Okay? Or, Putting On The Breaks
~~~~~~~~~~~ “I loaf and invite my soul, I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.” – Walt Whitman Alright Walt, that sounds fine and dandy there, but I have no time to loaf. I’m a busy guy. I’m a “I need more than 24 hours in a day to get…
Head Down, Follow Through
Count me in as a duffer. When I was in high school, my friends and I would golf. Or, to put it another way, we would attempt to golf. We’d hit the city courses, with our starchy collard shirts and rented clubs and we’d duff around the course. Sometimes we’d actually get the ball…
Bones In The Backyard
A few years ago, there was a young man who I supervised at work. He was intelligent and well spoken. But his performance wasn’t up to par. He was very much involved with union politics and tried to leverage it and any sort of loopholes attached to them to his advantage. He didn’t work very…
Keeping It Green
At work I am in charge of recruiting in my department. That means I sift through hundreds of resumes, make calls, set up interviews, interview folks and do all the paperwork. I am also in constant communication with HR and am also in charge of getting them on the schedule and general hand holding…
Life Two-Point-Ohhhh…I Get It, Sorta
My name is Paul, and I am 43 years old. I have a wife and two young boys. A dog. A house. I go to work. I pay taxes. I cook, clean and help to manage the household. I help neighbours when needed, I support causes when needed, I rest when needed. I am also…
To My Brothers And Sisters Who Have Relapsed
To my brothers and sisters who have relapsed: You are loved, you are safe, you are protected, you are a child of the Creator, you are where you need to be…you are full of light, even in the midst of darkness. You are important, you are valued, you are human, you are unique, you are…
Odd Fellows
I am a grateful recovered alcoholic. The first time I heard someone say that, I was taken aback, and thought it…odd. Grateful? For what exactly? We’re these sick, ostracized, mentally polluted and broken folk who have a lifetime of suffering and harm to make up for. We’re this ragtag group of ne’er-do-wells who can’t hold their liquor,…
Message in a Bottle 