Fears

 On a morning walk this week, I passed a stained and funky couch, half on the sidewalk, half on the street. It made me think of the old commercial (for Volkswagen??) where two young guys loaded a discarded chair or couch into their vehicle, realizing just a few blocks later that it was way too stinky to take home. That made me wonder how many people younger than me would get the reference, which made me marginally nostalgic for the days when there were three or four TV stations resulting in a shared frame of reference. Going to school, and those early jobs post high school, we'd talk about the previous night's episode of Laugh-In or maybe the Mod Squad. Never again, now with hundreds of channels and streaming services and podcasts galore.

Which is just one more reason I appreciate our 12-Step programs - the shared frame of reference. My "pitiful and incomprehensible" may look different than yours, but we all know what it feels like to put the bottle or the bag in front of everything we hold dear. Like Dr. Bob said about Bill W - Here was someone who spoke my language. I can go to any meeting anywhere and while the customs might be a tad different, the basic message is the same.

Speaking of language, I'm heading to Italy soon to do a five-day walk along the Via Francigena, the whole of which goes from Canterbury in the UK to Rome. I'm just doing a portion, in Tuscany, joining up with a couple of women I met on the Camino last year after my friend broke her ankle. An adventure! Due to some shifting circumstances, I'll have a couple of nights on my own in Florence up front, and one night in Rome at the end. I've been to Italy, both before and after sobriety, but it's been a very long time, so I've been checking out Facebook groups for tips (like, only use the white cabs that say "taxi"). Most of it is common sense, as in, be mindful of one's surroundings, but I found myself in a bit of a twitch with the "what if's??" Kind of like before the Camino last year, I've been picking up on other people's anxieties, so I made the decision to stop lurking on social media. I am a seasoned traveler. I appreciate specific instructions on catching the train, but don't need everyone's worries about wearing the right shoes, looking like a tourist (I am a tourist - I don't mind looking like who I am; I just don't want to act like a tourist), what to do about (fill in the blank). And, this time next month I will have gone and returned. 

And right on time, from Richard Rohr's daily email (4/30), "Ask yourself regularly, 'What am I afraid of? Does it matter? Will it matter in the great scheme of things? Is it worth holding on to?'” Am I afraid of getting lost, or of looking stupid? Well, I've never been so lost I didn't get home, and there probably are times I've looked stupid, which matters SO much less these day (A. No one is paying much attention to me and B.if they are, to heck with them!). Am I worried about pickpockets (a valid concern in tourist areas)? Well, I've taken the advice of how to care for my passport and cash.  Am I afraid of something terrible happening to me while I'm gone, or to a loved one back home? Well, all I can really do is make sure my papers are in order in case I'm the one with the problem, and remind myself that I can always come home early if needed. Of course, I could just stay home, forever, but don't most accidents happen within five miles of home?

The Big Book tells me what to do with my fears - set them on paper, and then ask if I'm relying on myself rather than the infinite Universe - not a deity on a throne handing out kudos or consequences. More like trusting that this life with its ups and downs has a way of working out. I can stay out of my own way and not manufacture my own misery. 

Last week I heard a Fifth Step, and did Step One work with a new-to-me fellow long-timer. Over the weekend, hubs and I spent time with pals, not in an AA setting, but with the program as the framework for who we are and how we came together. As an Alanon reader reminds me, gratitude is a spiritual elevator, and I so often feel that when I'm with like-minded others.

My faux step-daughter had a birthday this week (we say I'm her pre-step mom, married to her father before he met her mother). For a year or two after her dad died, we were in close contact, now that both of her parents are gone. She lives out of state, and as time has passed, our contact is more sporadic, but I'm grateful for the connection, the connection I certainly wasn't expecting when my first husband and I got back in touch in the few years before he passed. Some of the greatest gifts in my life are the ones least expected, like my actual step-daughter, now a grown woman living her dream.

Time marches on, in my own life and the lives of others. Sometimes, allowing for time zone differences, I'll imagine what my former sis-in-law in the UK is doing - having afternoon tea perhaps? Or what about all the 12 Step meetings that are occurring simultaneously around the world, some in the morning and some at night? So grateful to be part of the solution today.

What do you do to re-center if you feel yourself picking up on other's anxieties or moods? Do you utilize the fears inventory, or some other process when you find yourself focused on "what if?!" ? Who, or what, is on your gratitude list today?

Keep coming back

 I found myself a little teary in a meeting this week as the chair spoke to staying aware of how I make ongoing amends to myself with nurturing actions. After a week of extended "conversations" with chat-bots, a week of attempting to manage outcomes, a week of tuning fork energy, I felt my shoulders release as I thought about a day when I opened a window near the couch in order to hear the rain while I wrote in my journal, or the few moments I sat on the deck after pulling weeds. How often am I conscious of stepping outside the DO NOW imperative? How often do I stop to really notice those little things that bring me pleasure, like clean sheets on the bed, a cup of tea in a favorite mug, the perfect fine point pen? 

I'm thinking of one of my daily readers that reminds me to increase self-care when I'm feeling stressed, when the first reaction might be to skimp - on sleep, on quiet time, on healthy food. And, a tool I picked up awhile ago - instead of going in to Superwoman mode, stop and remind myself that any reasonable person would be stressed if X,Y and Z were going on in their life. And truthfully, it doesn't have to be negative stuff. I can get just as twitchy when positives are on the horizon. Now and always, remember that it's one day at a time, and that right here, right now, everything is OK. Sure, there are things/tasks that need doing, and I'm not in charge of the whole, entire universe (and I can only do one thing at a time).

And I hope I never get to a place where I'm no longer moved in meetings, no longer impacted by hearing others find their spark or share their grief, or describe what I hadn't had words for. Sure, over the years there have been times I thought, "Oh man, not another feeling,"  but I've never stepped away from meetings. Funny enough, when I'm feeling over it, the solution seems to be to go to more meetings, online, in-person, or out of town. I can be tuned out, then suddenly the room seems to levitate with someone's honesty and I think, "Oh yeah. That's why I keep coming back." 

A few times recently I've heard people share that they appreciate we long timers who continue to attend meetings. But, what else am I going to do? Where else will I find such a bond with like-minded others, or have the opportunity to practice the "carry the message" part of Step 12? I know meetings aren't for everyone - some of my favorite everyones don't go anymore - and, this alcoholic needs the human connection, especially with zoom, where I can regularly see people who live in other parts of the country. 

I heard a Fifth Step yesterday - always grateful for the honor of trust, the gift of being present for another's self-exploration. Later this week I'll meet with a fellow long-timer to start through the Steps with Numero Uno - always a wakeup, no matter how long I've been sober. What am I powerless over today? Or more accurately, where am I tying myself in knots with my efforts at power and control?

How do you, or will you, be conscious of on-going amends to yourself with nurturing actions or self-talk? Whatever the task, are you able to do it gently? Whether meetings are your thing or not, where do you find connection? How does Step One play out in your life today?

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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

How am I living, today?

 I may have written about this guy before, but I recently saw an online article about Ron Shaich, the founder of Panera and his practice of doing a "pre-mortem," his version of inventory related to aging and thinking about one's end of life. I've read that Buddhists suggest contemplating one's own death regularly. Shaich recommends contemplating one's life, asking whether you'll feel good about how your spent your time, when the end is near. My good friend references that idea when someone we know has passed, saying, "I hope they felt good about how they lived." As I said to another friend, this stuff is no longer academic. I can deny that I'm human, that death is closer than my birth, I can obsess about the end, or I can try for middle ground - aware, realistic, conscious of time passing. If I can't answer "I'm good" to the "Any regrets?" question, is there anything I can do to change my views, my behaviors, my things un-done?

It goes back to the notion of cooperating with reality, which in some ways, points back to the HALTS. Am I tired, either from not sleeping well or just because? Well then, take a nap. Am I hungry, either for healthy food or a healthy conversation? Am I lonely, for people or for my own solitude? Angry (or any intense emotion)? It's so often related to paying attention - not to the triggers in my world, or the world at large (and boy, are there many in the public sphere), but to the still, small voice. Sure, the trigger(s) gets my attention initially, but what is under that? What emotion or longing is trying to get my attention? If I'm fortunate enough to be aware when the end of my life nears, will I be present? Will I have lived with integrity and honesty? Not perfectly, not without the occasional cranky mood or self-centered thought, but generally anchored in the principles of the program? 

I am noticing that I need more time to (metaphorically) catch my breath these days. The days and nights of six things on the agenda just doesn't work anymore. I am naturally energetic, but for a long time in early recovery, part of that was fueled by making up for lost time. As a friend once said, "I got sober to do shit, not just think about doing shit." Yes, and, the definition of "doing" has changed over time. I don't think I'm alone in that. I hear more and more people acutely aware of the passage of time, from a youngster in sobriety to now an old person. I will admit that I tend to think of "old" as someone 5-10 years older than me, but the truth is, I am gratefully old, in both human and recovery years. What am I to do with that?

While reading How it Works in a meeting this week, I thought about a few people in treatment who debated/wondered whether they lacked the capacity to be honest, that maybe they were incapable of being honest with themselves. I doubt they stayed sober, looking for an out before they'd even started. I used to do that - tell myself "I can't" in order to save myself from the embarrassment of failing. Realizing that no one who mattered really cared gave me the courage to take small steps outside my comfort zone, leading to college degrees, marathons, friendships, travel. What are the boundaries of my comfort zone today? No longer two inches from my nose, but what is a restrictive "comfort zone" and what is merely well earned "comfortable?" Again, paying attention. Is fear the underlying driver of my decision, and if so, what am I actually afraid of?  I shared a bit of anxiety about upcoming travel with my sponsor this week, and she essentially said, "It will be what it will be." Oh, right. Me worrying will not impact the outcome, whatever it is I'm concerned about. Turn it over. Get out of the way. Get on with today. 

What might be on your "pre-mortem" inventory? Are there any amends that need doing or conversations waiting to be had? What is that one thing you'd regret not doing/seeing/experiencing were it all to end tomorrow?  (and if there's nothing on that list, congratulations)  How are you getting to know your aging self? What fears and/or joys pop up when you speak about it? How does acceptance play a part in getting older?

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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

Judgements

 Oh man. I hate to admit this, but I got scammed by a fake, but authentic sounding, WhatsApp message regarding a hotel reservation in Italy next month. The good news is that almost immediately after entering my credit card info, I thought, "Wait a minute!" and called the booking site. Sigh. Yes, they said, we will never ask for your credit card info in that manner. More good news is that I called the bank and they cancelled my credit card while letting me know about their "no fraud liability" protection, so nothing would've been charged. But still. Me, who prides myself on being scam-savvy, fell for the ask. Sleepy, in a bit of a hurry, alarmed by the "act within 24 hours or lose your reservation."  Reminder to self - buyer beware, and always check the original source (i.e. if the "bank" phones, hang up and call them yourself). Living and learning, while being so very frustrated and angry at those who'd take advantage of others' good and trusting natures. 

And, always a good reminder to check my judgements because invariably, when I've thought, "Oh, I'd never do that/fall for that/make that mistake" there I am, making the mistake. That reminds me of a conversation 35-40 years ago with someone who said they'd NEVER be with a married guy, and not six months later, found themselves in the back seat of a married guy's car, having at it. Beware the Ides of "I shall never..."  Especially in early recovery we could sometimes be a bit holier than thou. It took awhile to understand that people are people, that some folks get sober without AA, the different strokes for different folks business (and thank you Alanon for ongoing lessons), and that not everyone behaves in the way I think they should.

We went to our in-person home group this week with a full house, including a few fellows from sober living. A person took a 30 day coin at the start of the meeting, and later, a fellow shared who'd been sober since 1972. I chatted with him after, about the miracles of long-term recovery, and how I never dreamed I'd keep coming back all these years. I don't know what I thought would happen, but happy, joyous and free in the long run wasn't part of it. 

I saw my oncologist this week for my every-six-months check-up. All good, but how odd it feels to say, "my oncologist." Again, not something I'd ever imagined, and here I am, joining the ranks of what almost seems like a rite of passage - cancer survivor (or other medical diagnosis warrior). It's been three years now for me, five for my spouse, and I'm very aware we are the fortunate ones, first of all to have responded to treatment positively (yay early detection) and most of all, to have the tools of recovery to guide us through the sometimes scary, sometimes lonely walk - and only lonely until I say something and discover all the "me too" people out there, some further along the path and others just beginning. Again and always, so grateful for community.

On another note, I subscribe to a weekly email called "Sermons on the Couch," kind of like this blog but not recovery focused. This week, the author quoted Samriddh Dasgupta, speaking to our need for quiet, as saying, "We've normalized overconsumption. Podcasts while walking. Doom-scrolling on the toilet. Netflix while eating. Something is always filling the silence. We're becoming scared of our own thoughts. Our minds have no breathing space. We're feeling groggy and mentally exhausted. Of course we are. Our brains never get a break. Boredom is the cure." 

I don't plug in earbuds while walking, and do have periods of silence during the day (usually) but I will admit to fear of "boredom," thinking of the old adage, "If you're bored, it means you are boring." But I don't think that's what the author is getting at. Boredom in this sense isn't about sitting around bemoaning that I have nothing to do. I see it more as being OK with non-productivity, leaving space for the intuitive or creative thought. It's definitely taken time to release my grip on the To Do list. Oh, I do have one, but I'm not feeling like a failure at the end of the day if I haven't "done" anything measurable (and my definition of measurable can shift from week to week). A few years ago, I told myself it was OK if I had my mother's retirement, her of routines and phone calls and road trips. I now realize she likely didn't feel well long before she told us so, hence her daily games of solitaire at the kitchen table, and she was definitely a creature of habit. My habits are different, but "Hi Mom" I do come by them naturally. 

So, 4th month, perhaps 4th Step? Where might I benefit from inventory? For no particular reason, it does feel a bit like the ground is shifting beneath my feet. A good friend recovering from a medical emergency, a big trip canceled, spouse planning retirement and a medical adventure (knee replacement), the big house projects done, for now...  Step 4, yes, and always, Steps 3 and 11  - making a decision while remembering none of it is in my ultimate control. If my idea is true, that long term recovery is about conscious contact and taping into my spiritual source, how do I actually practice that, especially when it can so often feel like the days get away from me? Step 10 isn't just the wrong I do others, but sometimes, perhaps, the pressures I put on myself, whether that's my calendar or my old ideas around perfection. One day at a time, one decision at a time - which could be the decision to either step it up, or lighten up. 

How do you get to self-forgiveness if/when you've made a mistake? What judgements, of yourself or others, gets in the way of your serenity? If you over-consume (noise, news, food) or over-schedule, what is one small change you can try this week to invite in peace?

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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