good henchman.

It all comes down to this simple self-knowledge:  don’t tell me what to do.  I don’t appreciate being ordered around.  Continue reading →

what’s really, really going on?

Is there something else I need to admit I’m powerless over?  Because I’m starting to get the distinct feeling that Continue reading →

tough to stay awake.

How many revelations will it take before I change for the better, for good?  I hear something profound in a meeting, 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 →

living in tolerance.

Acceptance isn’t a four letter word.  It’s 2 1/2 times worse.  The phrase it’s most commonly in, you’ve just got Continue reading →