People! For the love of God, please stop saying, “Easy peasy.”
It grates on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. (Does anyone remember chalkboards?)
That is all.
UPDATE! Someone just emailed this to me, in direct violation of my simple request:
Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.
Now I won’t be able to sleep tonight.
One thing about drinking and then trying to get sober is that you have to get inside your own head to find out why it happened and how to keep it from continuing. Imagine doing this as a psychiatrist! Doctor Getting Sober is doing just that, and has amazing insight into the process:
Physician, Heal Thyself
For some reason this morning, I have long-ago tracks of music running through my head. This one’s by Nazareth, and has such poignant lyrics. The throwback style of the 70s alone is worth watching, where people sometimes just stood there and played, with no dancers or lights or big screens. And yet their voices still carry down through the years to the first time I heard this song and thought, I’m not alone.
Painting by Donna Dowless
I read this paragraph just now in A Course of Love (the sequel to A Course in Miracles). It’s a beautiful description of what happens when you first hear the still small voice breaking through the chaos of addiction:
A door has been reached, a threshold crossed. What your mind still would deny your heart cannot. A tiny glimmering of memory has returned to you and will not leave you to the chaos you seem to prefer. It will keep calling you to acknowledge it and let it grow. It will tug at your heart in the most gentle of ways. Its whisper will be heard within your thoughts. Its melody will play within your mind. “Come back, come back,” it will say to you. “Come home, come home,” it will sing. You will know there is a place within yourself where you are missed and longed for and safe and loved. A little peace has been made room for in the house of your insanity.
“Every day of my life, my head tells me I can drink and I have to remind it I don’t even want to drink. My mind wants to kill me: it only leaves me alive to have a vehicle to run around in.”
— Jackie Monahan
I think this quote is both hilarious and scary. The woman who wrote it is an actress and comedienne, and she has an article in The Fix called Tales of a High-Bottom Alcoholic.
I apologize for having commented on almost no blogs for weeks. (We have back to back company this time of year.) I still read, I just don’t comment. ANYWAY, I read a few entries by The Sober Curator and want to pass along her blog site. She uses Lucille Ball to illustrate her blogs. I love it!
For anyone who has been fired, or close to it, here’s a post about her experience:
The ‘F’ Word
Here’s a great blog from the Sober Barmaid. Anyone who’s worked in the restaurant or bar business while trying to get sober will relate: