How many times have you uttered the cry, “I just want to be happy”? I’ve done it too many times to count. Truthfully, we might just as well wish we were a pineapple. We’re as likely to be successful.
We engage in all kinds of behaviours we believe will make us happy. We chase it with everything in us. Ironically, sometimes the behaviours themselves end up making us miserable…
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I went on vacation this past week and it was lovely. This is the second time I’ve tried to vacation this year and this time it went well; in part I think because I wasn’t alone. My mother took me away to a spa for four days to celebrate my upcoming milestone birthday – I will be turning fifty next week.
It was a glorious experience despite the challenges…
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Step one is sobriety. It doesn’t really matter what you’re recovering from. That’s the first step. Sober thoughts and sober acts.
Walk the sober walk.
Getting sober is hard. It doesn’t matter what your drug of choice is. Alcohol, pills, food, whatever. It’s hard to step away from the substance you abuse, even though, by the time you decide to do so, you’ve recognized that it’s harming you.
Even though by the time you’re ready to step away, you’ve already moved to hell and have taken up residence there…
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I wish I didn’t care about anything but myself. It would make life a lot easier to navigate.
I bet people who truly don’t care don’t suffer from mood disorders.
I care about so many things I even anthropomorphize. I get guilt if I don’t rescue a worm from the sidewalk. What if it’s scared or frightened? I worry if I don’t acknowledge both of the stuffed animals that sit on my desk; I’m afraid if I pet only one, the other’s feelings will be hurt…
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From Famine to Feast 