After last night’s meeting my thoughts wandered around the idea of forgiving. Where did I acquire the burning need to avenge every wrong? I started to think about it and realised that every form of story media works based on conflict. Books, television and film all portray the tortured hero desperate to right the grievances, from black and white westerns to the latest Hollywood blockbuster. What kind of a story would it be if the Luke Skywalker just shrugged his shoulders and said, “Ok, I forgive you.”
Regarding my philosophy for life, do I want to say, “I sought a spiritual path,” or do I want to say “I saw it on the TV.”
Every day people forgive the type of incident we all hope never to experience, storylines worthy of Hollywood at its most gruesome. Surely I can learn to forgive the petty annoyances that occur in my life and if I do, then how much more serenity do I acquire?
Tuesday, 20 December 2011
Tuesday, 20 September 2011
Step one 100%
How often do we tell a newcomer they need to do step one 100% and then “enable” them in a headlong rush to step five?
Surely doing the step is much more than a head nod that they are powerless over alcohol? Don’t they need to fully acknowledge all of the ways they are powerless?
For me I had to accept that I didn’t have the choice to “flirt” with the idea of drinking. Statements like “If this doesn’t stop I might drink again.” Had to be beaten out of me. The idea that I could use booze as the giant switch to stop reality for a short time and then come back and start again also had to go. I also had to recognise what happened when booze was near me. A glass on a table niggling at me to pick it up. A drunk getting out of line and winding me up. The sound of a happy revellers out in the street at night. All of these can throw me.
And this is just the first part of step one! What about life had become unmanageable? What was I trying to manage and what was the effect? Who wouldn’t get into line and conform? What inanimate object was winding me up?
Accepting my part and learning to accept all of this is, in my opinion, vital before trying to move on to step two.
Surely doing the step is much more than a head nod that they are powerless over alcohol? Don’t they need to fully acknowledge all of the ways they are powerless?
For me I had to accept that I didn’t have the choice to “flirt” with the idea of drinking. Statements like “If this doesn’t stop I might drink again.” Had to be beaten out of me. The idea that I could use booze as the giant switch to stop reality for a short time and then come back and start again also had to go. I also had to recognise what happened when booze was near me. A glass on a table niggling at me to pick it up. A drunk getting out of line and winding me up. The sound of a happy revellers out in the street at night. All of these can throw me.
And this is just the first part of step one! What about life had become unmanageable? What was I trying to manage and what was the effect? Who wouldn’t get into line and conform? What inanimate object was winding me up?
Accepting my part and learning to accept all of this is, in my opinion, vital before trying to move on to step two.
Wednesday, 18 May 2011
Emotional riches
The radio was playing an interview of writer and columnist David Brooks. When he used the words – AA have a saying fake it to make it, I pricked my ears up and listened more intently. He’d written a book about emotions and happiness. He was saying that even up to the age of 80+ a person can change their behaviour.
The interviewer asked, what’s the most important thing you can change?
Learn to empathise. People who attend a “club” once a month where you listen to other people and try to understand where they are coming from become happier. In fact this behaviour provides the same level of emotional happiness as doubling your income!
I’ve often said that for me the promise that the meetings would change my life beyond my wildest dreams came true. Some people disagree and ask me to quantify it. I can’t, but “feel” that it’s true. The old me would have ridiculed many of the greatest treasures I value today. Would the old me have traded my riches for doubling their income – sure he would. Would he be richer?
The interviewer asked, what’s the most important thing you can change?
Learn to empathise. People who attend a “club” once a month where you listen to other people and try to understand where they are coming from become happier. In fact this behaviour provides the same level of emotional happiness as doubling your income!
I’ve often said that for me the promise that the meetings would change my life beyond my wildest dreams came true. Some people disagree and ask me to quantify it. I can’t, but “feel” that it’s true. The old me would have ridiculed many of the greatest treasures I value today. Would the old me have traded my riches for doubling their income – sure he would. Would he be richer?
Thursday, 28 April 2011
Sobriety Lost Its Priority
At what point is my sobriety most at risk? At times I feel so good that I cannot imagine being ‘that person.’ I cope and life flows effortlessly by. Do I need to put myself out and go to a meeting? Surely I can ‘get by.’
Or, am I more at risk when I feel that my back is against the wall and I don’t know how I’m going to get through. At these times, I need to reinforce myself. Possibly, I need the edge that ‘taking control’ will give me and allow me to manage the situation to steer my life back into calmer waters.
If I’m lucky (and I have been so far,) somebody will point out that both of these are equally dangerous.
Or, am I more at risk when I feel that my back is against the wall and I don’t know how I’m going to get through. At these times, I need to reinforce myself. Possibly, I need the edge that ‘taking control’ will give me and allow me to manage the situation to steer my life back into calmer waters.
If I’m lucky (and I have been so far,) somebody will point out that both of these are equally dangerous.
Monday, 18 April 2011
I’m never going to be free
My daughter said that somebody had tried to bully my grandson. A terrifying wave of justifiable anger surged through me. Within moments I had decided the only answer would be a petrol bomb. If the entire family who had refused to punish the child had to perish then so be it. I’ve never spoken to this family, or had any contact, but in my head, the discussion had gone badly and the time to act had passed.
Without being able to discuss this insanity in the freedom of my group, how could I survive? At some point I would act on the crazy thoughts. I can never indulge myself in the fantasy of stepping ovwr the line. The moment I do, the sickness takes me to places I don’t want to visit.
One day I might be able to not react this way, but I haven’t reached it yet. My only hope is to continue with the daily reprieve contingent on maintaining a fit spiritual condition. Now where did I hear that before…
Without being able to discuss this insanity in the freedom of my group, how could I survive? At some point I would act on the crazy thoughts. I can never indulge myself in the fantasy of stepping ovwr the line. The moment I do, the sickness takes me to places I don’t want to visit.
One day I might be able to not react this way, but I haven’t reached it yet. My only hope is to continue with the daily reprieve contingent on maintaining a fit spiritual condition. Now where did I hear that before…
Monday, 4 April 2011
Why do bad thoughts last so long?
It’s odd isn’t it, but bad thoughts stay in my head and if I’m not careful they grow.
This week I was driving my wife’s car. It’s not the fastest and it has the overtaking power of a snail, but it gets us around. I signalled to pull into a layby, slowed down and pulled in. As I did, a Mercedes blasted his horn at us.
Now, I’m never going to see this person again, but I wanted to kill them. Why did they do that? They have to be punished. As we drove on, I wanted to catch them up. If I did I was going to leap out and rip them from their comfy cocoon and beat them to a pulp. I was going to…
All that insanity dropped from nowhere and left me with a rage to control. Not only that, I then started to dig through other times I’d been annoyed for no good reason and started to relive those as well.
Crazy thinking that I need to control is always waiting to get me. The search for a perfect serenity isn’t over yet. At the next traffic lights I thought they were two cars in front and debated. I held back. As we turned I realised it was a different car. Thankfully, think twice worked.
This week I was driving my wife’s car. It’s not the fastest and it has the overtaking power of a snail, but it gets us around. I signalled to pull into a layby, slowed down and pulled in. As I did, a Mercedes blasted his horn at us.
Now, I’m never going to see this person again, but I wanted to kill them. Why did they do that? They have to be punished. As we drove on, I wanted to catch them up. If I did I was going to leap out and rip them from their comfy cocoon and beat them to a pulp. I was going to…
All that insanity dropped from nowhere and left me with a rage to control. Not only that, I then started to dig through other times I’d been annoyed for no good reason and started to relive those as well.
Crazy thinking that I need to control is always waiting to get me. The search for a perfect serenity isn’t over yet. At the next traffic lights I thought they were two cars in front and debated. I held back. As we turned I realised it was a different car. Thankfully, think twice worked.
Saturday, 26 March 2011
Every day
How often do I use being busy to stop me focusing on what “needs” to be done? I “should” get my car changed, I “should” pay more attention to my pension, but I know these will expose what I don’t want to look at. My increasing age and fragile finances.
When I drank, paraphrasing the words of the song, “I planned to die before I got old,” and so why worry.
This is surely part of the double edged sword we trick ourselves with. Gratitude for being sober? Look at the worries I carry. There is a really old joke. A man threw himself out of a skyscraper and each window he passed they heard him say. “So far so good.”
Staying alive and re-joining the human race has been a wonderful journey and the longer that it goes on, the more I need faith to lean upon. I also need people who will challenge me and push when I’d rather bury my head and need to let these people know my worries and fears otherwise they assume I’m OK.
Every day, I re-invent the reason I need AA and the meetings.
When I drank, paraphrasing the words of the song, “I planned to die before I got old,” and so why worry.
This is surely part of the double edged sword we trick ourselves with. Gratitude for being sober? Look at the worries I carry. There is a really old joke. A man threw himself out of a skyscraper and each window he passed they heard him say. “So far so good.”
Staying alive and re-joining the human race has been a wonderful journey and the longer that it goes on, the more I need faith to lean upon. I also need people who will challenge me and push when I’d rather bury my head and need to let these people know my worries and fears otherwise they assume I’m OK.
Every day, I re-invent the reason I need AA and the meetings.
Saturday, 19 March 2011
Thin Ice
How do we stop people helping us? When we justify our insanity. I’ve done it and I’ve watched others doing it. An example could be.
“I know that I’m going to work too hard for the next few weeks, but I have to do it. This is my job.”
With the economic slump I justified running myself into the ground when work finally came along. I lasted a few weeks and then crashed. Nobody challenged me. They assumed that I knew what I was doing. I did.
Recently, I watched somebody do the same and I said nothing. When somebody with a good length of sobriety says that are going to skate on thin ice and justifies it. Should we intervene?
“I know that I’m going to work too hard for the next few weeks, but I have to do it. This is my job.”
With the economic slump I justified running myself into the ground when work finally came along. I lasted a few weeks and then crashed. Nobody challenged me. They assumed that I knew what I was doing. I did.
Recently, I watched somebody do the same and I said nothing. When somebody with a good length of sobriety says that are going to skate on thin ice and justifies it. Should we intervene?
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