living up to what’s written down.

My assignment for the week is to question my preconceived notions of myself.  God knows I’ve got tons of preconceived Continue reading →

the box is there for a reason.

First off, I don’t compartmentalize emotionally.  I can’t put a feeling in a box and set it aside and then Continue reading →

pride in the side pocket.

Life would be so much easier if there were more public rest rooms. I mean, what are they but mini Continue reading →

divide and surrender.

I can tease out my character defects until they’re subsets of subsets, spread out far and wide before me like Continue reading →

the thought is coming from inside the brain.

Assumptions. The character defect that I’ve been failing to acknowledge for years is the one I never noticed. That’s because Continue reading →

crave. ing.

Halloween reminds me that I crave. I never had much of a sweet tooth until I entered the program. Then Continue reading →

if you liked me before, how about now?

It’s the thought process what’s broken. Irrational thoughts and delusions that warped my alcoholic spinning into a big cotton candy Continue reading →

making wishy washy.

If anger is at the end of my shortcomings road, then this one has to be at the starting line. Continue reading →