you tell me how long.

My dry-drunks come in the form of busyness.  I stretch myself thin, and to make up for the lost time, Continue reading →

used to never know.

I need to stop confusing wants and needs.  I also need to stop believing that until my wants and needs Continue reading →

idle hands.

Keeping myself busy early on in the program was one of the best ways I knew to keep sober.  I Continue reading →

upset about good things.

Okay, so I got a job.  This one pays much better than the one I had, and I was only Continue reading →

muddy management.

The stumbling blocks in this program revolve around my assumptions: what I know, what I don’t know, what I think Continue reading →

who’s defining life’s terms?

Okay, so let’s call this the coda to the Month of Acceptance:  According to page 449 in the old text, Continue reading →

sit and stew.

Sometimes things get messed up for no discernible reason. I think I’m working the program, and there’s nothing concrete that Continue reading →

jerk w.a.d.s.

I got on my knees at work this morning and prayed for a solid 5 minutes. Out loud. That’s long Continue reading →