Why do things seem like they will be a disaster unless we get them done? Why do we busy ourself so much? Anxious and afraid with a little resentment at the itinerary? One reason is that the busy adult, the bustling veneer, as someone calls it, really is hiding beneath itself the frightened child. I try to keep aware of this possibility in myself whenever I get crazed at something that later, seems like no big deal. The crazed motif is my moment of insanity. My sanity comes when I right-size the situation. Insanity is my drama time. Sanity comes with climbing out or being pulled up and out of my drama in which I have buried myself. So as I approach the end of this calendar year, I ask myself, in this short life, how important was all the stuff I made so important and in need of immediate fixing? How many times did I waste in the “poor me” mode? I hope for a better 2025. It will be better if I try NOT to do it alone.
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Shoulder to shoulder is one of my favorite gifts of being sober, and also starting the day in the action of surrender. When I do those things I'm reminded I'm never alone. ♥️ I also remember boundaries when it comes to work, Love & connection are more important and I won't be thinking about some work deadline in my final moments here, I can assure you that. ✨️
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