I moved from where I lived for eight years. The transition challenged and depressed me for more than two weeks. It endued me with fear, not a common feeling for me.
I prefer being honest in what I share here. I have no interest in sugar-coating my circumstances or presenting myself in a better light.
In recovery, I've learned I am good enough. I am not leashed to the need for approval, the main reason I have no connection with Face-book. I've been on it twice in the last five years.
Where I live provides improvements. More space. This younger, nicer home sits in a better community.
The house rests on top of one of the highest hills in town. Every day my home gives spectacular views of the San Francisco Bay.
My books cre-ated the biggest problem moving to another town. More than a hundred box-es containing them trekked with me to my new home. I sim-plified my life by giv-ing up most of my possessions.No, not my books, but material things I thought I could never live without.
For the first two weeks, I could not walk through my bedroom. Reaching my closet as likely as landing on the moon. Saying it was a living quarter loaded with boxes, an understatement.
The slogan, "Prog-ress, not perfection" helped me weather the first month. Learning how to circumnavigate the new town and learn where all the stores were located was more challenging than a Sudoku problem.One thing new. I am sleeping more than ever. It helps me handle the new stress of living where I cannot tell you my address without resorting to the notepad on my phone.
My gratitude for today:
1. For difficult times. You did not misread the previous sentence. I've learned to sit with new challenges, not run away from how they disturb me.
I've developed the habit of not letting stress rule over me. Feelings are simply emo-tions, not a prophecy. The loudest voice is not the truest.During tough times I've learned a positive outcome is just as likely as a negative one.
Embracing negative feelings reveals emotional resili-ency. When I am aware of what is happening in the moment, I am no longer lost in it.
2. For fortitude, the result of time invested in recovery. I have grown because I attend Al-Anon Family Groups, an organization helping those who relate to alcoholics. Al-Anon is not a nickname for Alco-holics Anonymous.
For more about this inspiring organ-ization that empow-ers its members, check here,"God guide me to make the right deci-sion and give me the fortitude to cling to it against all pressures and persuasions." One Day At a Time in Al-Anon, p. 13
I have more to say. Right now, I need to get back to work.
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