Respect

 Having worked in a couple of hospitals in the way-back time machine, I've always had respect for nurses, but being a temporary, full-time caregiver has massively increased my regard for those who do this as a job, whether RN's, CNAs, Home Health Aides, and all those caring for a family member. My Alanon sponsor advised that this would be a Master Class in service, as well as self-care. And we're told that the first week or so after knee replacement is the hardest as far as pain, and attention needed. ODAT, applied in a whole new way.

I got out for my first walk two days after the surgery, leaving hubs in bed before his morning exercises and ice session. It was pouring rain when I went out, feeling like Mother Nature is making up for lost time in what was a very dry start to fall here in the PNW. I loved it, remembering sloshy runs and walks, all the way back to my school days (long before all our fancy water-resistant outerwear was available). I'd just read part of an article that talks about nostalgia we may have for our younger selves with the suggestion to question what it was that makes these memories sweet. I have nostalgia for 20 mile trail runs and traveling to do a race ("race" being a relative term). Boiling it down, what I sometimes miss is the camaraderie of training and the sense of accomplishment when done. And as I ponder further, I notice that I don't have anything on the docket, after training to walk the Camino in 2025 and a 5 day walk in Italy in 2026. What will 2027 bring? Knowing I like having something to look forward to - a trip, an event - I can pay attention to what moves me, not in an "I wish someday..." way, but in a "I'd really like to x,y,z. I'll look into what's involved." 

And in the "hmmm" category, as I pondered what I might like to do, and with whom, I got a group message from one of the women I really liked from the 2025 Camino, making plans for next spring. That wouldn't work for me, but I threw out later dates and she forwarded a link to something I'd been thinking of. Interesting timing. Thank you Universe, for reminding me  that when intentions align with my heart's desires, opportunities often show up in unexpected ways. 

Several people I know in long term recovery have recently talked about growing into themselves, about confidence in who they are. Some of that is likely age-related, but I'd say more likely about working the Steps and the growing self-knowledge that comes with each go-round.  At the beginning, I really wasn't too sure about my characteristics, while these days I know which ones trip me up. I hadn't realized that I like structure, or that I'd love going to university. I had absolutely no idea I'd take to running, slow or slower, or that I'd be led to a life-partner after telling myself I was broken in that department. I was only semi-aware that I can be bossy (ask my cousins, with stories of me being large and in-charge from 2nd grade forward) with my own versions of pride and self-righteousness. I'm a future tripper, not spontaneous because I've already filled my calendar. And, both the ups and the downs, the good and the not so great, are part of the deal.

I re-read a piece by Matt Moberg (link to his Instagram below) that had me in tears, inhaling the recognition of the beauty of this life, and how we so often are too caught up in the daily grind of bills and surgeries and politics that we/I fail to look up at the wonder of the moon, the moon that has been rising and setting since long before we were even an idea. May I do my best to stay present today, or to get back to center when I'm tied up in the To-Do list

Thinking about your younger self, are there components to that person you miss? How could you reignite some of those aspects? Self-knowledge is certainly not a cure for alcoholism, but how has self-awareness increased your ability to move through Step 10. And, this being Gratitude Month, what tops your list?

Matt Moberg's Instagram.  (it's a 5 page poem of sorts, too long to cut & paste here) If you're  not an instagram person, you can just google his name and it will come up

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Feeling like an inventory, or a deeper dive into your program? The NOW WHAT workbook is 78 pages of topics and processing questions, great for solo exploration or in a small group. Go to the WEB VERSION of this blog page for the link on ordering (PDF for those outside the U.S., or who prefer it, or hard copy mailed to you). 

Contact me at SoberLongTime@soberlongtime.com or shadowsandveins@gmail.com with questions. A reminder that the workbook is available at Portland Area Intergroup, 825 NE 20th. for local folks. And Jackie, of TMar, has a supply as well, if you're at a conference where they have a table

Breathing

 As I was leaving my massage appointment last week, another client asked if it was my car in the lot, proceeding to tell me she'd clipped my driver side mirror. She hoped to avoid insurance, so followed me to my auto place (fortunately just a few miles away) to get an estimate, and made arrangements to pay. I was able to get the work done later that day. She thanked me profusely for being reasonable, and I thanked her for not just driving off. When picking up the car, the young tech told me ours was the nicest story he'd heard in quite awhile, and that it restored his faith in humanity. 

The woman's "thank you's" seemed unnecessary. A gift of perspective, gained by years of working a 12 Step program let me see this as an annoyance, and in the grand scheme of things, a luxury problem. No one was hurt, the car was driveable, the culprit has the means to cover the damage. Our city isn't under siege, we aren't expecting tornados, etc etc etc. My first real job after recovery was at a large insurance company. I'd usually get to work early, making my rounds to pick up files for the day. A co-worker once remarked, "How do you stay so happy?"  I wanted to say, "Because I hit my knees every morning and thank god I'm alive," but probably said something more generic. But really, as the Big Book says, we have recovered - why wouldn't we be happy, or at the very least, relieved? Which takes different forms on different days, but oh man, it could've turned out a whole lot worse.

And so, hubs knee surgery was yesterday and all is well, with pages and pages of instructions for pain  management and exercises. Last week I shared my worries in my Alanon meeting. Another member's spouse is in line for the same surgery, and they shared how being a caregiver can be stressful. Yes, triggering my old, very young fears about doing "it" right, feeling responsible for another's well-being. I do have some responsibility (the medical team has made us aware of that!) and I can only do what I can do - monitor meds, exercise reminders, driving to physical therapy...  One day at a time, we can both strive to trust the process (and his medical team). The procedure was successful and we're told the first week is the hardest. We can do, and have done, hard things

As always, I aim to stay aware of being in this moment, here and now. I had time to take a walk the morning of the procedure and at one point found my mind two weeks in the future - will I be able to join my walking group? Will dinner plans with friends need to be rescheduled, and on and on. I was able to rein it in, reminding myself of what a treatment counselor said years ago: What time is it? Do you know where you're sleeping tonight? Have you had enough to eat today?  Well then. Right here, right now, all is well.

How does the perspective(s) of long term recovery inform your day-to-day life? What do you do if you catch yourself turning an annoyance into a catastrophe? How do you bring yourself back to the moment, to this breath, when your brain is in race-mode? How do the Steps help you get re-centered?

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Feeling like an inventory, or a deeper dive into your program? The NOW WHAT workbook is 78 pages of topics and processing questions, great for solo exploration or in a small group. Go to the WEB VERSION of this blog page for the link on ordering (PDF for those outside the U.S., or who prefer it, or hard copy mailed to you). 

Contact me at SoberLongTime@soberlongtime.com or shadowsandveins@gmail.com with questions. A reminder that the workbook is available at Portland Area Intergroup, 825 NE 20th. for local folks. And Jackie, of TMar, has a supply as well, if you're at a conference where they have a table

Imperfect Prophets

 Whatever the actual topic was, conversation in a recent meeting wound its way to the balancing act between self-acceptance and holding oneself accountable, surrender and taking action, along with the ever present reminder to be honest with my motives. That part was reinforced in one of my daily readers - am I doing good/being nice/volunteering out of genuine desire to be of service, or am I looking for kudos? Am I saying "yes" to others in a way that equals "no" to myself? Valid questions, and one more reason to employ the pause.

On another note, Bill D, a member of our Now What community, has written a book about Hank Pankhurst, a pivotal founder of AA that we don't hear much about. Hank is the person who steered Bill towards "God as we understand God" or as I say, don't understand, and championed inclusivity. And he relapsed, dying from the effects of alcoholism, buried in a pauper's grave. For more info and/or to purchase the book, go to: http://imperfectprophets.com (Click Hank's photo on the main page for an "at cost" discount) 

Relapse is an interesting and sometimes painful topic. Does one "lose" whatever insights gained during periods of sobriety? Do people start over from when they drank, or from zero? A lot of people with long term recovery had slips or lapses before this thing took. Does the person with a "one and done" date differ from the person who struggled? 

In my experience, or rather, from my observations over the years, the more times one goes out, the harder it is to come back. I do believe that chronic relapse changes the brain, the ability to make healthy decisions, but that is me on the outside attempting to look in, trying to understand the person who can't/won't/doesn't stay sober. Then again, what is "success" in AA? On-going sobriety, or the "keep coming back" no matter what? 

In thinking of my own decision to go to treatment, with absolutely no expectation or desire for ongoing sobriety, I did some kicking and screaming, some "Don't tell me what to do!" But I now wonder if some of that was performative, habitual. There was definitely fear of the unknown, but/and underneath the false bravado was a tiny shred of hope that life, that my life, could be different. At the moment, that meant different  than sticking a needle in my arm and hanging out with ex-cons. Over time I saw that to also mean different than wishing and hoping, different than making my relationship my higher power,  different than being scared to step beyond my comfort zone. I'm thankful I listened to the still, small voice that whispered, "Just see what happens if you say 'yes'".

Just see what happens if you sign up for a class at the community college, apply for the job that feels bigger than your abilities, say "What do you mean?" when your then boyfriend talks about taking the next steps. Just see what happens when a friend says, "We should run a marathon" or "I'd like to walk the Camino" or when an opportunity for service comes up. Just see what happens when I get out of my own way, my own ideas of how things "should" be. 

Speaking of seeing what happens, my spouse is having knee replacement surgery in a few days. The work-leave paperwork is done, pathways in the house cleared, bags of ice in the freezer, schedule cleared. And now we trust the process, trust his medical team, trust that "this too shall pass." As with all things, this isn't something he/we need do alone. SO many people have had the same procedure, and not one has said, "I wish I hadn't done it." And... like so much of life, at this point it is an unknown, it being the procedure and the recovery process. My brother wondered whether the pain meds would be an issue. I don't think so. My husband works a strong program and is talking about what's happening, and ODAT doesn't need to be a martyr but plans to wean himself as soon as reasonable (and is talking with trusted others about the medication like we're told to do.) In the meantime, I can create space in my calendar and look forward to this enforced quiet month, with home time, driving to physical therapy appointments and being the drill sargent for at-home exercises (the loving and compassionate drill sargent, that is!)

I shared at a small zoom meeting out of northern California yesterday - a really nice group of people. I found my eyes watering with the reading of How It Works. I've heard it, and read it myself, probably thousands of times, yet sometimes the enormity of what it was like and what it's like now hits me. I can whine about this or that circumstance, feel anxious about perceived lack of control, etc etc etc and I am no longer a shivering denizen. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

How do you hold yourself accountable without beating yourself up? Do you remember to check your motives before making a decision, big or small? What is your experience of relapse, your own or someone elses? How do you express gratitude in your daily life?

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Feeling like an inventory, or a deeper dive into your program? The NOW WHAT workbook is 78 pages of topics and processing questions, great for solo exploration or in a small group. Go to the WEB VERSION of this blog page for the link on ordering (PDF for those outside the U.S., or who prefer it, or hard copy mailed to you). 

Contact me at SoberLongTime@soberlongtime.com or shadowsandveins@gmail.com with questions. A reminder that the workbook is available at Portland Area Intergroup, 825 NE 20th. for local folks. And Jackie, of TMar, has a supply as well, if you're at a conference where they have a table

Book website: http://imperfectprophets.com (Click Hank's photo on the main page for an "at cost" discount)

Muddling through

 As we flew back from our visit with family, I half-listened to the flight attendant instruction, thinking I know enough (though I do pay attention to exit door and floatation descriptions!). What struck me this time was the stern warning that there is no smoking on the plane, including the toilets, where there are smoke detectors. And while I do remember smoking my lungs out on flights, I was hit with gratitude that I don't have to tap my fingers in a nicotine fit on a plane. We often hear the word "freedom" as applied to recovery. Yes, yes and more yes - freedom from drugs and alcohol, from tobacco, from the active addict. Do I have my dependencies? Sure - caffeine, a sometimes unhealthy relationship to sugar - but nothing that would have me hiding in an airplane toilet to take a few drags.

On my morning walks, I often cross a street where one of my early sober roommates grew up. Ruth was literally my mother's age, so between me, at 31, our other roommate at 22 (?),we were the odd squad, wildly enthusiastic about the new life we were now living. I miss Ruth. She succumbed to tobacco related illness a number of years ago now, but I'll always remember our shared laughter. And regarding shared love and laughter, this week was the 14th anniversary of my mom's passing. Sometimes I'm hit with a wall of fresh grief, but this years feels more like a sweet acknowledgement. 

I stopped at a friend's today to pick up a pile of medical equipment related to my spouse's pending knee surgery: a walker, crutches, a toilet riser and grab bars. We laughed at the things we now borrow, as opposed to the cute dress or the latest album when we were young. I'm a little apprehensive about the recovery period, but very grateful for good insurance and his good overall health, side benefits of sobriety. And as my Alanon sponsor pointed out, for me, this will be a master class in service and in asking for help. In the meantime, I'll continue to muddle through the piles of paperwork, glad for a background working in hospitals and at insurance companies. The proverbial "they" don't make this stuff simple!

Just for today, I will take a deep breath and do what's in front of me. I will remember that I can't take care of anyone else unless I'm taking care of myself. HALT = hungry, anxious, lonely, tired, with hungry, tired and anxious the prime triggers for my less-than-stellar characteristics! 

Which of the HALTS is your major stumbling block? How do you stay ahead of the creeping discomforts? (It was years before I realized I'm at my best if I always have a snack on hand). What does freedom mean to you in the realm of long term recovery? What is your relationship to your grief these days? How are you able to be gentle with yourself when sad feelings arise?

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Feeling like an inventory, or a deeper dive into your program? The NOW WHAT workbook is 78 pages of topics and processing questions, great for solo exploration or in a small group. Go to the WEB VERSION of this blog page for the link on ordering (PDF for those outside the U.S., or who prefer it, or hard copy mailed to you). 

Contact me at SoberLongTime@soberlongtime.com or shadowsandveins@gmail.com with questions. A reminder that the workbook is available at Portland Area Intergroup, 825 NE 20th. for local folks. And Jackie, of TMar, has a supply as well, if you're at a conference where they have a table