Monday, August 6, 2007

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Whats up?

I am at my moms for seven months. I just found out last night that the puzzle I bought had a newspaper glue to it and the newspaper is 18 years old. The year is 1989.



Story


Robbie said but I am older then they are. Kimberley and Robert said that doesn't mean anything. By the time they were done with their argument Kelly was done with the phone. Kelly then went and seen if the computer was open which is wasn't because Michael was on so kelly check the time that Michael sign on which was 3 hours ago. Kelly then went and told her mom that Michael was on the computer for 3 hours. Kimberley got up and shut the computer down and told Michael that he was grounded and then Kimberley called a family meeting. Kimberley said that she was tired of everyone trying to use the phone and computer long then they were suppose to so the only people who are allowed to use the phone and computer are Kelly, Jessie your dad and I. That means Robbie and Michael you are grounded. Oh and if you want to use the computer and phone you have to come to one of us to sign you on. Do I make myself clear?









Qutoe of the week
"The good part of recovery is that you get your feelings back; the bad part is that you get your feelings back."

Ah, the paradox of recovery (one of many). When I was 'out there' I had an easy way of dealing with my feelings - I'd numb them out. Unable to feel or even acknowledge them, I'd drift through the complexities of relationships and situations, neither growing nor evolving. In fact I've heard it said that we come into the program emotionally defined by the age we started drinking and using.

So here I was a 37 year old man with the emotional maturity of a young 16 year old. And here came a bewildering onslaught of FEELINGS. Shame, fear, rage, regret, resentment - the range, depth and color of my feelings were overwhelming. How could I survive?

Over time I learned that my feelings were not going to kill me. I learned that although sometimes painful and unwanted, my feelings were valid and each had something valuable to teach me. Through working the program I developed tools to process them and soon learned to give them the space and respect they deserved. Today my feelings are teachers, and all teachers are welcome.


Question of the day
What is your favoite time of day?




Tinker

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