Many years ago I was attending a Narcotics Anonymous convention. On Sunday morning while packing to go home, I asked myself who I knew better today than Friday when I arrived and the answer was nobody. The truth is that no matter what I was doing or who I was talking to, I was always… Read More I’m Finally a Human Being
I want to share how I am choosing to travel because sometimes we need to give ourselves permission to do what’s right for us and not what most other people do. I’m currently in Florence for 9 days. The only things I have booked are a cooking class along with going to an olive rove… Read More Doing It My Way
I walked through a Publix parking lot this afternoon and noticed a lot of guys carrying flowers and balloons. Initially, this was a reminder that, on yet another Valentine’s Day, I am alone. But as I walked in and saw display tables lined with even more flowers and balloons, my thoughts turned elsewhere. I wondered… Read More Being My Own Valentine
“If your compassion does not include yourself, it is incomplete.” Buddha. When I recently saw this on someone’s Facebook page, it stopped me in my tracks. Perhaps this is one of the pieces missing in my life. I’m definitely good to myself… nails, hair, massage, etc. But am I compassionate? Would I say some of the… Read More Being Good to Myself
I was recently sent an interesting article on five powerful ways to love yourself. One suggestion was to pen a letter to yourself highlighting all your good qualities and offering the encouragement that you need to hear. Anyone that follows me knows my life is an open book. I decided to write the letter and… Read More Pen a Letter to Yourself
I have been competitive in every area of my life for as long as I can remember. In most, but not all cases, it has served me well. A crossroads has been placed in front of me that I am figuring out how to navigate. In my mind I know what to do, but my… Read More Not Being First Doesn’t Mean I Am Last
When I was a teen in the 70’s, my family would periodically visit friends of my parents. I so wished our family could be like them. They were happy and all got along. In 1995, early in recovery, I remember going to a meeting because I was very upset about something. I needed to be around… Read More When I Compare My Insides to Your Outsides