Monday, August 6, 2007

   hey
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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