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 …
I have just returned from a life-changing and restorative getaway with my three best friends, The Douchebags. I’m still processing and collecting my thoughts on all that I learned and experienced there, so in the interim, I offer you an another tidbit from my old (while I was still a …
