As I write this now I feel just so and happy and proud for having resisted the cravings of a Saturday night because what’s on the other side of that makes it all worth it. And what was once a garden of earthly delights is now a minefield. I’ve made a commitment to myself to exhchange all that life for a way of living which is more substantive and more meaningful. It’s not always easy, but it is worth it and it is right I strongly believe.
Tag: Sobrer Living
Who am I? A question I have asked myself many times over my life. If I think carefully and honestly, the answer has never changed. What has changed is my reluctance to accept the answer. As we grow we learn many things about ourselves. We also learn what others expect of us and the visions
I had had a taste of some nasty liquor at a spend the night party when I was 12 and my parents had allowed us to sip wine with dinner in our teens but I didn’t drink, I was a good girl and was terrified of getting into trouble and messing up my charmed life.
I ought to be grateful that I stopped myself from going down that road. I should be glad that I am heeding the warnings, listening to the wise ones, learning from the cautionary tales.”
And another part of me whispers,
“That’s great and all, but I want to see it for myself. I want to be sure I’m on the right path for me.”
I guess we’ll see.
Sure, there will be bad days when I will ponder the causes of my addiction, but as time goes by they will be fewer and further between. I will be buoyed by the fact that today, I behaved with dignity, today I did not people please, today I did not do something that went against my better nature thus causing sadness and resentment. Today I held my head high and demanded to be treated with respect because I am worth it.