Monthly Archives: November 2023

Dear Alcohol

11-26-23

Dear Alcohol,

You do not hold sway with me anymore. I used to drink like a fish. No more. Good-bye, good riddance. 

You were in my life before I realized how good and lovable I am. Yes, you heard me. I am lovable, but with you I wasn’t. In fact, I was a different person. A completely different person, almost unrecognizable as being me. 

Thank goodness I broke it off with you so many years ago. For awhile I missed you. I really did. But then I got to thinking about how the people around me acted who were still hanging in there with you. Many of them looked and acted pretty awful. I thought, “Oh my! That was me!” 

Now I just stay with my new friend, Sobriety. What a relief. Now I look healthier, feel lighter and so much happier. Even when things go wrong, I keep hanging with my new friend, Sobriety, and that means I can function on a whole  different level, ready to face whatever the day may bring.

Oh, and I have a new tribe of other friends now too. We meet and greet each other quite often. It feels good to know that there are a lot of people who have broken up with you. Together, one day at a time, we can stick with our new friend, Sobriety. 

While breaking up may be hard to do, as the old song goes,  it has been the right thing for me. Good-bye, good riddance, Alcohol. I don’t miss you anymore. 

Susie

With alcohol you choose one thing over everything. With sobriety you chose everything over one thing. I choose sobriety!

Alcoholism and Me

Lately I’ve been jouirnaling about this topic. While I’ve been sober for 45 years, and I don’t feel any urge at all to have a drink, I realize that Alcoholic Anonymous has a lot to teach me about being a good person. About being a person who deals with obstacles and problems with grace instead of alcohol. I can use these tenants in my life.

11-19-23 My journal entry today: 

The sober, serene life in this wide and wonderful world can provide us what we need. Sometimes setting forth into the vast unknown can seem scary. But we pray for serenity to accept those things we cannot change–some of which make us fearful. 

For example, thinking about how we can NEVER AGAIN have a drink may make us afraid of failure and it may seem a daunting goal. But that’s what’s so great about AA’s mantra, “One day at a time.” 

Any goal we may choose can be accomplished one day at a time. We can throw out the NEVERs, FOREVERs, and all the SHOULDs we give ourselves. 

Sobriety can be trusted. 

Drinking cannot be trusted.

And we have countless reasons to trust in our sobriety. It guides us into a safer, new way of experiencing our lives. In SOBRIETY there is JOY for all of us. 

I choose JOY. ONE DAY AT A TIME.

urnal 11-24-23

When shame and guilt show up on my doorstep, I have learned to face them. But I do not let them take me down. As I’ve  learned, the past is the past. We live in the here and now. Rather than wallow in the pain of shame, I begin by doing some deep breaths and taking time to either read about ways to get back on track, write in my journal, exercise or pray/meditate. Sometimes, all of the above.

As a normally positive thinking person, I continue to work on choosing to let go of that ugly part of my life. Shaking hands with shame and guilt is a waste of time. After all, sobriety is where I live now and while life will always be in flux, and there will be ups and downs, it’s how I deal with obstacles and problems that make the difference.

After all, I might stop and take a few moments to congratulate myself on my sobriety. I might make a list of things I’m grateful for, remembering that serenity comes in my acceptance of things I can’t change. I continue to work to change what I can. I don’t wake up in strange places wondering how I got there anymore. Blackouts are a thing of the past. I’ve moved on.

What is in my wheelhouse is the understanding that I can choose to forgive myself. With confidence, I can put my shoulders back, stand up straight, reach with my head to the ceiling, and know that my creator is there for me if I ask for guidance. Even though I got sober without the aid of AA, today I am finding comfort in its tenants; especially in the awareness piece.

Living with awareness means always paying attention to the higher power that guides me.

I need only ask for that guidance. Then I can get on with living in the present. Today is the ballgame I’m playing in. I just need to step up to the plate and swing my bat. 

My mother used to say, “Let go, and let God.” With that advice I have faith I’ll  be guided to get to first base, and sometimes even round the bases to home plate. 

Light Pollution is a Thing–If Stars Could Talk

We used to be worshiped. And not just by lovers. Nobody can see us now because of all their inappropriate artificial lights. 

Don’t humans know that wildlife is also negatively affected? Their own sleep too. It serves them right they can’t sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to their babies anymore. 

If you listen carefully you can hear the North Star lamenting, “Oh, we’re twinkling, but you can’t see us because of your own stupid lights.”

Thanks to their inventions there’s no looking up to see glorious starry nights anymore.

Humans can still see the Milky Way though. 

In a book.

The Sun, El Sol, Le soleil. Helios

Autumn is the time of year when the sunrises and sunsets are the most dramatic.

We need only to turn our heads to  the sky.. Over the mountain tops it rises, with the clouds painting in between where the sun opens up its pallet.

Let the colors of the day see you through your rough patches.

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Here in Baja Sur, evenings with our eyes on the ocean, el sol reminds us that day is done…well almost done.

First the sun shows off its last bit of glory for all who will

open their eyes to the blessings.

This is a green flash taken with our GoPro.

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The sky’s on fire

Red, orange, yellow and pink

Blessings from on high

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Now it’s the moon’s turn.

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A haibun (pronounced “hai- boon”) is a traditional form of Japanese poetry that combines prose and haiku. I added my photos to this too. Hope you enjoyed.

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A Quitter

Mom: Sometimes quitting is a respectable option. Stop chewing your fingernails, Johnny.

Mom to herself: Oh that boy. How many times have I admonished? A 12-year-old boy should be smart enough to figure it out. Will he ever learn?

Mom: Johnny, come in for dinner. Be sure to wash your hands.

Johnny:(under his breath) I’d like to wash my hands of your nagging.

Mom I heard that, young man. Don’t be cheeky.

Johnny to himself: Geez, that wasn’t as under my breath as I thought. Maybe she has super-human hearing.

Johnny: What’s for dinner, Mom?

Mom: Liver Surprise, your favorite. (cackles)

Johnny, 20 years later: Yes, Mom. I quit drinking. It’s been 2 weeks since I had any alcohol of any kind. Yes, Mom. I know quitting can be a respectable option. Thank you.

Johnny to himself: She’s still telling me what to do or advising me, as she puts it. Booze is the hardest thing to quit. How did I get here? Am I really never going to have another drink?

“One day at a time.”