in the kitchen.

It’s 7:00 on a Friday morning and I’m sitting alone in a hotel’s breakfast nook.  I’ve done the daily reading, Continue reading →

finally, a step written especially for me!

Or so it would seem.  I mean, I’d been taking my personal inventory for as long as I can remember.  Continue reading →

accept that it’s over.

It’s roughly been thirty days, so I’m dialing back the focus.  And not to get too puffy-chested, but I think Continue reading →

i’m here, sans beer, get used to it.

I’ve always struggled to accept myself.  That, for the most part, explains my alcoholism.  I believed I wasn’t good enough Continue reading →

not enough to notice.

It turns out that I’m quite good at accepting the things that are easy to release.  Instead of yelling at Continue reading →

let’s start with that.

First of all, I need to understand that acceptance can be broken up into sections.  It needn’t be a toggle.  Continue reading →

what i am is what i am.

No, not Popeye.  Edie Brickell & The New Bohemians. I’m going to attempt a Month of Acceptance:  According to page Continue reading →

no more deadlines.

I’m going to attempt a Month of Acceptance:  According to page 449 in the old text, “acceptance is the answer Continue reading →