I admit, these days I’m playing a wee bit loose and fast with my posts while searching for gainful employment that doesn’t make me want to drink myself onto another transplant list and/or hang myself. Blurgh. However, I must pull my cranium outta my rectum and get on the bus for …
Recently someone in one of my recovery meetings brought up “drinking dreams”. They’re pretty common among the newly sober and I myself have them almost weekly, even approaching three years of sobriety. I don’t really mind them or give them much credence, I mean, it’s a dream. I know they can …
You guys I am currently working at a temp job in the projects and while there is nothing inherently wrong with the projects, per se, it has really been an eye-opening experience for me this last week. I’m an adult (technically) and know that poverty exists and I’ve certainly had …
In this blogging endeavor I have sworn to myself to write with humility, authenticity, and if I can manage it, fearlessness. This is the part where I admit I’m a fucking lunatic. Notsomuch fearless as authentic. This past weekend I snuggled up with Netflix and decided to queue up …
There are few things in life as pure and powerful as my love for Oprah Winfrey. I have often referred to Oprah as my higher power in recovery and that no longer garners laughs in my meetings anymore because now people are leery (and damn straight) to do so, lest …
As the previous post would indicate, faith is important in recovery. This post will document that sometimes it’s very difficult to practice these steps in all of our affairs. HOLY SHIT BALLS. I know I posted about faith just scant days ago but I also think accountability and honesty …
Nowadays if my Mother posted this on Pinterest she’d probably get arrested, or at the very least, an online smackdown. I have to admit, the one time having a child ever entered into my vodka-soaked brain, it was because of the appeal of dressing it up, so I have no …
Oh for fuck’s sake, y’all. So much is swirling in my head and being a grown up just bites sometimes. I hate this adulting thing. This week has (already) been one of uncertainty, financial douchery, and temporary employment ennui. My recovery process has been amazing, don’t get me wrong – …
Recently, I found myself in a drunk yoga class. . . as opposed to being drunk in a yoga class. Been there, done that. Let me back up. This week I attended a “Yoga for Recovery” class that combined core yoga poses with some reading and light meditation, specifically geared …
