let go this time and again right now.

I’ve been attempting to understand this step because I not sure I’ve ever really worked it.  I went through the Continue reading →

my middle name is extreme.

If I’m ever going to complete Steps Six and Seven with any degree of success, I need to be humble.  Continue reading →

it doesn’t need to be this big thing.

This step has always felt like I needed to get dressed up all fancy-like; that this was an official request, Continue reading →

leg cramp philosophy.

Okay.  I’ve already drilled through the substrate to discover what’s keeping me from being happy, joyous and free.  It’s fear.  Continue reading →

exacerbating the exasperation.

This one’s easy to explain: I take that nebulous feeling of boredom mixed with unspecified unhappiness, and dwell on it. Continue reading →

drowning in humility.

I don’t like being humble.  Because even when I try to be humble, I tend to wrap it up in Continue reading →

for shame.

Shame sublets a basement apartment from my fear.  Shame is the perfect tenant:  quiet and unseen.  Hardly know it’s there.  Continue reading →

regressing to the meanness.

This is my worst fear: that I’m slowly becoming the person I was before all of this; the one that Continue reading →