The other day I told a friend, “The only thing keeping me sane right now is reading and writing.” I’m still utilizing the Morning Pages, but have stopped beating myself up for not filling up three pages. There’s so much going on with my jobs right now, I don’t have the luxury of spending time on three, but one page gets me grounded.
This time of year I always think about sobriety. My sober birthday is in November, but a couple of months before it arrives the mind starts playing tricks. The mind of an alcoholic will say, “After 23 years, surely you have this under control and can have one drink.” Fortunately, I’m stubborn enough to ignore those thoughts.
One thing I know about staying sane and sober is you need community, because it’s not a ‘go it alone’ lifestyle. I’m plugged into several online communities through work, but the one that holds my heart the most is my neighborhood. That simple habit of walking to the end of the street refreshes my soul.
I wouldn’t be living this life I love if I was still drinking. Not even certain I’d still be alive. If I was to have a similar conversation with my friend today I would elaborate with, “Walking, reading, writing and my relationship with God is keeping me sane and sober.
We need to be fed. What we choose to feed ourselves determines our health and well being. Whatever goes into the mind will eventually take root in the heart. Guard your heart and mind because out of it flow the issues of life.
I love good food, but had no desire to cook.
That chapter of my life has passed. There are people at the local Farmer’s Market that create delectable dishes for my daughter and I to enjoy. They have paid attention to our choices and make them available to us if we get there on time. They feed us.
I love to read and take 30 minutes a day to feed my mind. A motivational book or, God’s word feeds my heart, mind and soul.
Mr. Smith is a Chef. He feeds me in many ways, but recently has started cooking for me. I enjoy watching him cook, but do not enter the kitchen or get in his way. He is laser focused on the task at hand and uses big, sharp knives!
The food is prepared quickly, turns out beautifully, and it seems within minutes he has an entire meal displayed effortlessly. The kitchen is a wreck, but dinner is served!
I ask him if I can clean the kitchen and he always says, ‘No”. It’s the least I could do for the meal he prepared but he never allows it. A couple of meals will be prepared and the kitchen continues to pile up, which drives me crazy, but leaves him undaunted. I asked him, “When are you going to clean it then?” He politely said, “When you’re not here.”