The image at the beginning of this post is literally how I used to feel. I used to feel trapped in the domesticity that I had chosen. I was a vibrant, active, loving wife and mom. Like many of my friends, I had my children after becoming established in my career. My daughter was born
This past week, from the bully pulpit of social media, the Today Show and Fox News helped this image of American moms welcoming the new school year, XL wine glasses joyfully raised in a toast to “me-time” go viral. It has become the feel-good image of the new school year. If you read the Today
Hats off to the Cornerman: Did you know that in a recent study 80% of people on Linkedin don’t enjoy OR hate their jobs? Here’s another fact… I’m one of them. For fifteen years I undersold myself and could be found ‘spinning my wheels’ in various warehouses to support a crippling alcohol addiction. You see,
I’ve been sober almost four and a half years. I don’t call myself alcoholic but for lack of a better word I used the term alcoholic in the title. I could say that I have “Alcohol Use Disorder” or AUD but those labels are both clinical and clumsy. I don’t identify as an addict either.
I think the toughest thing to deal with when we get sober, is the onslaught of feelings. The normal human reactions and responses that we medicated for years, or decades. Christ, they come at us like huge waves in the first couple of years, no doubt about it. Sometimes tsunamis. It’s one of the reasons
