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Posted: Wed, Jan 20, 2021 07:21:29 AM
what i heard this morning was a bit of wonderment about what i have been given. it is quite true, that i hate watching my parents fade into the sunset and that my FEAR of their ultimate demise is at times overwhelming me. i also, at times, regret taking the responsibility to check-in on them on a daily basis and build an expectation that i would be there. that,. too, is overwhelming. those feelings would be enough of an excuse to allow me to see if a little dab would do me. not that the desire to use is upon me, but the idle thoughts of escaping into the haze for a few hours, is sort of attractive. when that come upon me, i remember my experiment in college, where i stopped mostly using for twenty days so i could learn Transcendental Meditation. honestly that form of meditation only lasted until i started using again. of all the gifts that i cherish as a result of my recovery life, my connection to something “greater” through meditation is the one i seem to cherish the most. i know that i would be sacrificing a whole lot of other “gifts” on the alter of escape as well, but the constancy and the quite i get from meditation seem to be the most important, at this stage of my living recovery.
yes, i know i tend to share a bit on the dark side, bringing in those aspects of my life that do not “fit” the “wonderful world of recovery” scenario, but i stay clean, live clean and have the desire to make the decision to remain clean tomorrow. i GET to be more of the person i have always wanted to be and be present for those in my life, who need me. now that i have caught up with work, i can take the time to go work out and move along into my day. it is a good day to cherish what i have and share it with those who want to hear all about it.
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