Okay. Major confession… I’m sober, but I’m a full blown dry drunk, y’all! My commitment to writing on my blog is a perfect metaphor to my sobriety.
The blog is set up. I have, what I think, is an awesome blog name. With hardly any content or consistency in writing on it.
How does this compare to my sobriety?
I’m sober. Have a pretty decent grip on things. But not getting anywhere on my steps or committing to the things that will help me stay sober in the long run.
Here’s what I have done! Thrown myself into tons of work. My kids schedules. Some dating. A ridiculously emotional, crazy relationship with what turned out to be a fellow alcoholic, who was hitting rock bottom, and had not come to terms with it yet. Went to meetings to get my chips on my big dates. Lost what I thought were ‘very close’ friends. Watched my sponsor and dear friend who was there the day I changed my life move to another state. Found and surrounded myself with some beautifully strong women, in the program and not. I’ve had those break down crying conversations with family members over built-up resentments. I finally accepted my disease as my own and stopped blaming my mother and her disease. (This happened around Christmas and I thought that might be the best gift, ever. 😉 ) I Reached out for a sponsor because I had this feeling I was ready to start working the steps. Especially Step 4. That I’d felt they’d been working me organically over the course of the past year and a half. Then quickly admitted to her that I may be a horrible sponsoree, but I would remain sober.
I’m still on Step 4.
Now, with all that said, a shift has occurred. I’m calling it a West Texas State of Mind. You can read all about it on my next post…