Friend of Bill W.

**pilgrimpoet** · 03-08-2007, 07:04 AM

{{{{{{{{{{Sherrie}}}}}}}}}} Thanks for reminding us that we can close windows when they are exposing us to inclement weather!
I haven't managed to get over to

for ages, but I want to share something wonderful with Bill W.'s friends here: As of March 5, I have 21 years of sobriety! I am so grateful that my HP knew how to get me to the rooms when I did. Everything I am today, the woman I am still getting to know who was given back to me when I came into these rooms to stay, has grown out of the fact that I was a falling down completely nonfunctioning drunk.
Twirly dance anyone?

Cathy

**Greyson** · 03-08-2007, 08:24 AM

Good morning. I want to do a check in. First, Sherrie thank you for keeping the light always burning in this window/thread. Congratulations to everyone who is celebrating another year of living clean and sober. Finally, all the gratitude I see expressed here, thank you. It helps me remember. Yes, today I am grateful. I am grateful that I have been reminded that I am here, today, not yesterday and I am living my life clean and sober.

**lucidflame** · 03-08-2007, 09:16 AM

Why yes, Sir Walter, they do. This years was red with a white swirl stripe. Whee!

Happy birthday Fire heart and Pilgrimpoet/Cathy. Every day is a gift, eh?

xox Lucidflame

**LeftWriteFemme** · 03-09-2007, 04:38 AM

March 9

PICTURES AND FRAMES

I paint my way into the corners of the frame. Each picture I fill diligently, color, texture, all the tricks I use. I work hard to get the desired effect. I hold nothing back; I put heart and hopes forward. I load my brush with pigment; I propel my tongue out of my mouth. I use it for balance like a kangaroo uses its tail. Stroke after stroke, I layer the image. My depiction is fresh to me. I bring the green, the red, the blue, blue, blues; all of those flow from me. The canvas fills; my soul soars through the tinctures. Then the disappointment begins, the complaint and lamentations. The perspective is off. I can’t seem to contain this scene within the confines of this gilded prison. I re-adjust. I tilt my head; I paint from the bottom up, then the top down. No, no. I must pick up a new canvas, the frame oak, burnished and honeyed brown. I cast to the side the gilt and sculptured casing; I lay it along the wall with the others, the many discards of life. As yet, the obvious has escaped me; the tint, the hue, angle, size may diverge but that is all. I have recreated the same scene in all the frames. In all my attempts, I have painted only one picture.

Learn your process.

Sherrie

**LeftWriteFemme** · 03-09-2007, 04:46 AM

Cathy,

Congratulations!!!!!!!!!! 21 years, wow!!!!! I am so grateful to know you, Cathy you are such a blessing.

Greyson,

Thanks for the encouragement! I hope you are well.

Very truly,

Sherrie

**Max73** · 03-09-2007, 03:00 PM

I have been sober for 40 days, after being a drunk for the last 21 years. And I'm only 33. You can do the math. I'm scared to death. I am currently in a 3 days a week treatment program, but haven't been to any meetings yet. The thought of walking into a room full of strangers is difficult for me. Starting the group was hard, and then a saw a few new people that I see all the time at where I work. Made it a little easier, but not alot. I did almost relapse a couple of weeks ago, went as far as buying a bottle. But I never drank it. I was saved by an angel...And then I went into work & told my boss & she took the bottle from me. I was headed downward real fast, going to work drunk, driving, blowing people off. All kinds of stupid things. Everyday is a struggle for me, especially because I am around the stuff all day at work. But I love my job to much to quit it. I have a great support system at work, so that helps too. Anyway, just wanted to say "Hi"

**pilgrimpoet** · 03-09-2007, 03:03 PM

Originally Posted by Max73

I have been sober for 40 days, after being a drunk for the last 21 years. And I'm only 33. You can do the math. I'm scared to death. I am currently in a 3 days a week treatment program, but haven't been to any meetings yet. The thought of walking into a room full of strangers is difficult for me. Starting the group was hard, and then a saw a few new people that I see all the time at where I work. Made it a little easier, but not alot. I did almost relapse a couple of weeks ago, went as far as buying a bottle. But I never drank it. I was saved by an angel...And then I went into work & told my boss & she took the bottle from me. I was headed downward real fast, going to work drunk, driving, blowing people off. All kinds of stupid things. Everyday is a struggle for me, especially because I am around the stuff all day at work. But I love my job to much to quit it. I have a great support system at work, so that helps too. Anyway, just wanted to say "Hi"

Hi Max, and congratulations on those 40 days! I don't know where your pineapple is located, but if you ever want to try some meetings in Manhattan, let me know.
Hugs and

Cathy

**denverbookie** · 03-09-2007, 11:56 PM

Congratulations Cathy!

Max, "meeting makers make it!" Congrats on 40 days!

**LeftWriteFemme** · 03-11-2007, 06:44 AM

March 11

THE WALL OF PLEASANT

How quickly I am protected by a sweet smile. A disarming countenance and a gentle phrase save my skin and psyche. No longer do I defend my reputation as a wit or critic. I let it all flow by. The simpler I appear the more effective the facade. The energy I conserve not fighting losing battles is well spent in the company of like-minded sober friends in the pursuit of sober lives. I stay out of the fray and behind this partition. Its insides are posted with announcements proclaiming my opinion and the lunacy of the person on the other side. The reading of these notices does not persuade me to dismantle the enclosure but encourages me to keep it sound. Many years of shelter behind this now vine covered fortification allow restraint of my words, spoken and written, to safeguard my sanity. When I am gifted with comment, I am spared the desire for credit. Boundaries are a blessing and living within them a saving grace.

Reconnect to hope.

Sherrie

**pilgrimpoet** · 03-11-2007, 07:13 AM

Originally Posted by LeftWriteFemme

March 11

THE WALL OF PLEASANT

How quickly I am protected by a sweet smile. A disarming countenance and a gentle phrase save my skin and psyche. No longer do I defend my reputation as a wit or critic. I let it all flow by. The simpler I appear the more effective the facade. The energy I conserve not fighting losing battles is well spent in the company of like-minded sober friends in the pursuit of sober lives. I stay out of the fray and behind this partition. Its insides are posted with announcements proclaiming my opinion and the lunacy of the person on the other side. The reading of these notices does not persuade me to dismantle the enclosure but encourages me to keep it sound. Many years of shelter behind this now vine covered fortification allow restraint of my words, spoken and written, to safeguard my sanity. When I am gifted with comment, I am spared the desire for credit. Boundaries are a blessing and living within them a saving grace.

Reconnect to hope.

Sherrie

I just had to quote today's reading in full. Just now, it feels like I've stumbled on an oasis after a week of wandering through a desert! The best medicine in the world for me. Many thanks.
Hugs and

Cathy

**LeftWriteFemme** · 03-12-2007, 09:41 AM

March 12

SPIRITUALITY

The bedpan of spirituality was shoved under my ass in early sobriety. It kept me from increasing the mess with which I surround myself. The cold smack of enamel got my attention. The old timers showed me there is a place for my shit; it was not any of the places I had been using. Discretion is the better part of everything. I needn’t show my backside everywhere I go. My side, your side, all sides were strewn with my waste. Fragments, tatters and fearful reminders were all there for me to clean up. Amends as the shovel and willingness as its handle are what I use to clear my past. Sweat is refreshing when progress is being made. I’ve made inroads; paths of travel help me move easily from the past to the present without regret.

Write directions to your heart.

Sherrie

**LeftWriteFemme** · 03-12-2007, 10:00 AM

Cathy,

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you like it. Glad you're back from the desert, too.

I hope to get a chance to talk soon!

Sherrie

**LeftWriteFemme** · 03-13-2007, 04:36 AM

March 13

FRIENDS

My sweet, dear, funny friend, steeped in Beat, whose hand I can no longer hold. I yearn for the wildly flying words, like feathers in a snow. The shock of hair and glinting eyes I see so clearly in my shivering mind. I must let go. I miss all the friends who for reason or no have traveled down the yellow brick spiral to who knows where. My arms feel open and starved but there is no way for me to retain myself and follow them. Some are lost all together; some are lost only to me but my arms remain empty nonetheless. My ruined heart is sore and sad but chasing this friend or that will not heal it. The lonely path before me is the answer for me, possibly only for me among our former group. And will the paths cross later in this day or the next? I don’t know and am better not knowing. My path requires me to release outcomes as well as kindred. I must travel with my arms open; some fall out of them and others find their way in.

Organize a loophole and escape through it.

Sherrie

**LeftWriteFemme** · 03-14-2007, 05:03 AM

March 14

THE FIRST FATHER

The rest of what I have to say I will slip under your gravestone if I have time after I buy that red dress. To say I hate you is an overstatement; I only detest what I know of you, the rest I leave to other people who might have the misfortune to cross your path. Your unavailability can protect you from anything I could ever do to you. Your hurt and arrogance is far worse a punishment than I could ever inflict on you if I thought you were worth the energy of an attempt. Having to be you everyday must make it hard to leave the bed in the morning; I know I couldn’t do it if I had to drag your baggage around all day. The sad part is I’m not sure you know it’s baggage. You might think it’s armor, but your misnaming of everything is just another of the things I never miss about you. That is why, although I pray everyday for your well being for the sake of mine, if I never see you again, it might just be long enough.

Live up to your height.

Sherrie

**SoBelle** · 03-14-2007, 08:01 PM

Happy 21 Cathy!
Sherrie, I loved the "Wall of Pleasant". The longer I stay sober the more true it becomes.

Max, you last posted on 3/9. Here we are on 3/14. I hope today finds you sober. If not, don't despair. Remember that each of us only have this day sober and that we do this a day at a time. You are always welcomed and wanted here. Post and let us know how you are doing. We want to know.
Sobelle

**LeftWriteFemme** · 03-15-2007, 03:30 AM

March 15

PRETTY FEET

I look at the line on my heel where I must stay vigilant with the pumice and the moisturizer. My toes are clean and straight but nothing more. I see my feet as passable; it’s hard for me to see them as beautiful. Well cared for is the best I can do, but there is a beauty in that. I think of myself; I am an alcoholic. There is nothing beautiful about alcoholism either. The care I take in tending my sobriety, the nurturing I see others use in their own lives, there is a certain loveliness to that. Crusted-over hearts, scraped and oiled, are fit and ready to beat anew. Polluted minds, drained and reformed, turn lives upright. Step work and making meetings are just functionary things but gorgeous in their own way. Efficacy is a pearl not to be disregarded.

Congratulate the part of you that survived.

Sherrie

**LeftWriteFemme** · 03-16-2007, 03:58 AM

March16

ANGLE OF RETURN

As in a hall of mirrors, it is sometimes hard to tell if I am moving forward in my recovery. Likewise, as promises are fulfilled, their obtuse arrival is a quandary. The juxtaposition of acute homecoming of former faculties is also startling. How the light finds and reflects itself from sober face to sober face, from open heart to open mind, is the spectral of hope to me. My soul seeks me day after day though I left it so far behind. It brings to me the person of God’s intent and my new acquaintance. Patience, never my virtue, finds me stacked with packages delivered in piles so high I can’t keep up with opening them. Never in my life have I known less about my future or felt more assured.

Earn your own respect.

Sherrie

**LeftWriteFemme** · 03-16-2007, 04:29 AM

March 17

UNNECESSARY WORDS

I’ve spent years trying to put names on the streets in my twelfth step map, post clear signs with monikers easy to remember, themed and progressive. But I have been wasting my time. The map is there, no doubt, and I have seen people follow it to varying degrees. The names are unnecessary. Like ants, we trail each other’s scent. We track closely so as not to lose visual contact; we don’t play with our survival. Or we are bees standing in front of the meeting, doing the dance, which describes the path to sobriety with meaningful jokes and well earned tears. As I stand at the foot of a few twenty-fours and see the evolution of my recovery, I realize the names in the placards are ever changing. Meaning and value pour through the kaleidoscope of time and come out as indescribable gifts, which I can only give through action. I will no longer fritter away my time looking for tags and titles.

Rename your problems.

Sherrie

**LeftWriteFemme** · 03-16-2007, 04:41 AM

March 18

OLD BEARS

Cold and despondent, nothing comforts me like the bear of early sobriety. Bought on a day I thought I would shake apart, this fuzzy old guy has been a display item for many years now, tucked to the corner with the lace edged pillows and folded shawls. Jittery and sleepless, it’s so easy to panic. I turn and see the amber eyes waiting for my embrace. His body is clothed in a hand knit child’s sweater made by a friend; the warmth of this snuggle is more than comfort. It is also the acceptance of loss. Quelling the dramatic highs and lows of the beginning costs many things and the depth of this is not lost in the moment. Alone in my bed, I see the passageway to the future appearing before me. I must rest and then walk on. I can not stall or simper. Plain work is before me and simple old bears a consolation.

Journal your optimism.

Sherrie

**LeftWriteFemme** · 03-19-2007, 08:30 PM

March 19

WET BLANKET

I have carried this sodden thing with me all my life, its weight a burden for
numerous years. I have never been able to explain my continuing drag of this
pitiful thing. Though it has been commented on by many, my fidelity is
boundless. In spite of inner questions and doubts, now that the fire is here, I
am glad to have it. I pull it over me and step into the fray. Thick and moist,
I somehow struggle under its influence and am able to do what others, bare of my
encumbrance, cannot. I don’t believe I can quench all the flames, but I hope to
help some to safety and bat down the encroaching inferno a bit.

Acknowledge the upswings in your value.

Sherrie

**Joanie62** · 03-19-2007, 08:51 PM

Sherie....Your writing is inspiring and your words touch my soul. I will have 9 months next month after many years, and it seems so hard sometimes. I found this forum somehow - must be the work of HP. Thank you for sharing deep parts of yourself. I feel better now. I just have to remember, one day at a time.

**LeftWriteFemme** · 03-20-2007, 04:55 AM

Joanie,

Congratulations on your 9 months!!!!!!! That is so awsome!!!!!!! Keep up the good work!

Thank you for reading my work. I am grateful to be writing and gratifed to have you reading.

Sherrie

**LeftWriteFemme** · 03-20-2007, 04:55 AM

March 20

JAG

I have the most interesting lawn ornament. It is long and sleek, low to the ground, resting on rubber rolls, steep of side and languid front and back. It has glass, glass that slants and glass that slips into its sides. Its paint shines when I buff it and shows dust when I don’t. Inside there are seats and many artistic accessories. I sit on the steps and admire the thing; then I sit in the thing and admire the porch. That’s all there was until I was handed the key.

Live at home.

Sherrie

**LeftWriteFemme** · 03-21-2007, 08:21 AM

March 21

20 CART PILEUP

“What’s the problem here?” asks my sponsor, as she approaches my apparent impasse.
“Well, I’ve been trying to get these carts lined up. What do you think of my progress?”
“How many carts do you have here?”
“A few, quite a few. Why?”
“And how many horses?” She asks.
“Just the one. The same as everyone else,” I answer.
“And where is this poor animal?”
“Back there, behind the carts.”
“Okay. We have a two-fold problem here. First, one horse can handle only one cart. So, pick one. Second, that sad creature needs to be in his proper position to do any good at all. You had best figure out a way to get him in front or you will remain stuck even after you whittle down your burden.”
I was stunned. She went to her cart, climbed to the seat and took up the reins.
“How long did it take you to get yours like that?” I asked.
“Honey, it takes every day. Don’t kid yourself. I wake up every morning with the same train wreck you're standing in now. Learn to sort faster and you’ll have the rest of today. You can start over with the rest of us tomorrow.”

Sip the bitter, drink the sweet.

Sherrie

**desert_witch** · 03-21-2007, 11:52 AM

I've been offline for awhile, trying to work on my home and business. I finally have a sort of schedule where I can drop in and connect here once in awhile. I've missed this thread.
Sherrie, I see you're still sharing your lovely words of wisdom (I'm gonna go check out your book, now. I was wondering if you had been published while I was away.
So waht's been up with me, you ask?? LOL. Well, I celebrated 19 years clean n sober on Feb 22, My partner has now been clean and sober for about 28 months. Very excellent! Life goes on here at the ranch. My daughter is due with my first grandchild in the middle of April. My tattoo studio is being built, and it's time to start tilling the garden. I'm living in wonder and gratitude! Blessed be all!

**toofrufru** · 03-21-2007, 12:00 PM

Thanks Today I just needed to feel not alone. Thnk you for my soberity!

**LeftWriteFemme** · 03-22-2007, 04:46 AM

March 22

MATH

“If this is the solution, why aren’t I happy?" I ask my sponsor in a piteous whine.
“You’ve run the equation and the solution equals happiness?" She queries, “That’s the whole and total answer? How many times did you go through the computation?”
“What’s your point? Are you saying happiness isn’t the answer? What about joy, and freedom? I heard someone say that was the goal. I know that’s what I heard.”
“Let’s think about it for a hot second. What would you think if I worked the steps as hard as I do and, as a result, walked around in a perpetual grin?”
“I’d think you had lost your mind.”
“So, you’re telling me you believe the product of recovery is idiocy? The thing we all are aspiring to is bliss and nothing but?”
“No, I guess not. Then what is the solution for you?" I ask.
“A tally which fits the day I’m having. Joy sometimes fits that bill but other days it’s sadness or concern. There have been days when disbelief and dismay were part of the appropriate response. For me, the solution is having an equation that helps me respond to life instead of reacting to it. That’s better than unending happiness; that’s wholeness,” she said with a grin.

Harmony is at contrast with permission.

Sherrie

**LeftWriteFemme** · 03-22-2007, 05:06 AM

Desert Witch, Congratulations!!! 19 wow that's great, I didn't know we got sober in the same year! That's super news about your partner as well, how fabulous to have a sober household. Congrats on the Baby, the studio, the garden, Aint' life grand!!!
Thank you for your kind words about my work. I'm glad you like it.

TooFruFru, I'm glad your here and thanks for stopping in, it gets lonley for me too, I'm always so happy to see other people posting in here, some times it feels like a padded cell in here.............paranoia will destroy ya....lol, but it still feels that way to me some times.........glad you're here. How are things going?

**toofrufru** · 03-22-2007, 11:22 AM

Things are good. After popping in here yesterday. I really just felt a little more connected. I love when the little things trigger the good things. I had a wonderful day at work yesterday. Journalling a little more just might help as well. I am thinking I may just be taking a little too much ugly home from work and need to dump it in a book and get it out. I think too it will help my headaches. Grateful for the thread and all the wisdom with in. Have a wonderful day and Thanks for asking.

**Biggles** · 03-22-2007, 05:08 PM

Hi

Its been a long time since Ive been on this site.....but am glad to see this thread still going.....reminds me how much I need to be around sober people.

**SirWalterHere** · 03-22-2007, 06:27 PM

Hi Max

keep it up a day at a time... I am not around here much as my work is really busy this time of year...but email me or pm if you need any support!!! now get another day

In sobriety

Walter

Originally Posted by Max73

I have been sober for 40 days, after being a drunk for the last 21 years. And I'm only 33. You can do the math. I'm scared to death. I am currently in a 3 days a week treatment program, but haven't been to any meetings yet. The thought of walking into a room full of strangers is difficult for me. Starting the group was hard, and then a saw a few new people that I see all the time at where I work. Made it a little easier, but not alot. I did almost relapse a couple of weeks ago, went as far as buying a bottle. But I never drank it. I was saved by an angel...And then I went into work & told my boss & she took the bottle from me. I was headed downward real fast, going to work drunk, driving, blowing people off. All kinds of stupid things. Everyday is a struggle for me, especially because I am around the stuff all day at work. But I love my job to much to quit it. I have a great support system at work, so that helps too. Anyway, just wanted to say "Hi"

**queeragui** · 03-22-2007, 07:59 PM

I have a little more than three months sobriety and I'm miserable as fuck! Well, not as miserable as I used to be, if you could believe that. I've been dissed by two college educated, cultured women in cyberspace!! *roll eyes* Worldly clamors, I know.

Right now I'm stuffing my face with chocolate. Better than beer...

**LeftWriteFemme** · 03-22-2007, 11:55 PM

March 23

MISSING

The good times we never had but should have, the pleasantries I endured waiting for the pleasure. I remembered your potential with fondness. The days, weeks and years I waited for you to grow to me have passed, and yet--- time is what I have, not you. Hope is a wonderful thing until it turns on me and bites. Images I built have tumbled and colors wash from your portrait. I carefully remind myself it’s the idea of you I miss, not you.

Practice your manners on yourself.

Sherrie

**lucidflame** · 03-23-2007, 02:56 AM

Hey Chocolate Lover,

Sorry things suck right now. Good for you for sticking with it. It got better for me after 90 days and then again after six months. Hang in, pal.

Lucidflame

**desert_witch** · 03-23-2007, 12:12 PM

Originally Posted by LeftWriteFemme

March 22

MATH

“If this is the solution, why aren’t I happy?" I ask my sponsor in a piteous whine.
“You’ve run the equation and the solution equals happiness?" She queries, “That’s the whole and total answer? How many times did you go through the computation?”
“What’s your point? Are you saying happiness isn’t the answer? What about joy, and freedom? I heard someone say that was the goal. I know that’s what I heard.”
“Let’s think about it for a hot second. What would you think if I worked the steps as hard as I do and, as a result, walked around in a perpetual grin?”
“I’d think you had lost your mind.”
“So, you’re telling me you believe the product of recovery is idiocy? The thing we all are aspiring to is bliss and nothing but?”
“No, I guess not. Then what is the solution for you?" I ask.
“A tally which fits the day I’m having. Joy sometimes fits that bill but other days it’s sadness or concern. There have been days when disbelief and dismay were part of the appropriate response. For me, the solution is having an equation that helps me respond to life instead of reacting to it. That’s better than unending happiness; that’s wholeness,” she said with a grin.

Harmony is at contrast with permission.

Sherrie

I love this!!!I remember puzzling over the folks I heard in meetings during my early sobriety who said things like, "My life is smooth now, no more of those big ups n downs". I used to think "What? Like a flatline on a heart monitor; that's dead!!" I never wanted sobriety to "cure" me of life's up n downs, or to remove them from my life... what I wanted when I came in to recovery was exactly what I got: the tools to survive and even appreciate life's ups n downs!!

**queeragui** · 03-23-2007, 12:46 PM

What does help me survive is journaling. I journaled just now. Feel better. Though I have a headache from last night!! A hangover from the chocolate!?? I'm not supposed to be eating sweats, I'm taking Prozac and am hypoglycemic. Sugar really affects me. That reminds me, I have to take my medication. brb Ok, just took it. Anyway, thanks for responding Flame and Desert... I'm a desert child myself.

I remember when in a corny mood telling my sister, "Today's the first day of the rest of your life!!" Today's the first day of the rest of my life... lol

@;---

**LeftWriteFemme** · 03-24-2007, 05:31 AM

March 24

PARADOX OF PARADISE

Paradise is created when I collect paradox and live with it. Paradise is the set of acceptance and suspended disbelief. If anything is possible, accepting what comes is less heart-wrenching. If I arrest my misgivings, gratification in the voluptuousness of now is velvet. Vague consent is a Hell of incapacity. Fighting fiercely for both sides keeps the heart pumping and the mind at bliss. I must work to embrace contradiction and happiness. There is more than one path to take and I must take that one.

When you give time also take time.

Sherrie

**LeftWriteFemme** · 03-24-2007, 05:39 AM

Desert Witch,

Thank you so much! Yeah, I wondered about that flat line stuff too. I thought I got sober to avoid death not cause it, lol. I just try to remember that so people aren't as literal as I am......and I try to avoid those people..........well, you know what I mean.

Queeragui, Today is the first day of your life and 70 is the new 40, which makes me 12 and 2 wrongs don't make aright but 3 lefts do. People do say the strangest things to each other. Journaling is great, so good to hear you're doing it. Hey, have you read the Artist's Way? It's a great book.

Sherrie.......I'm in a silly mood, I don't know why.

**Dat_NYC-Guy** · 03-24-2007, 07:04 AM

Congrats on the 40 days Max - I did the math - you started at 12 - I started at 14 and got sober at 49 - (with some bouts of not drinking in between here and there) it's worth it man.

I used to think that same thing about going into a room of total strangers - it kept me out of the rooms for ages. Then I thought about it - I never had a problem going into a bar of strangers. How I look at it is like this - I am still hanging around a bunch of other folks who are a bunch of drunks - only difference is that now they aren't drinking.
(Though, some of them are) - Getting sober was the best thing that ever happened to me and I wish I had gotten it sooner because I've learned that I can have the most wonderful, rewarding life ever. Good work on the 40 days and congrats!

David

Originally Posted by Max73

I have been sober for 40 days, after being a drunk for the last 21 years. And I'm only 33. You can do the math. I'm scared to death. I am currently in a 3 days a week treatment program, but haven't been to any meetings yet. The thought of walking into a room full of strangers is difficult for me. Starting the group was hard, and then a saw a few new people that I see all the time at where I work. Made it a little easier, but not alot. I did almost relapse a couple of weeks ago, went as far as buying a bottle. But I never drank it. I was saved by an angel...And then I went into work & told my boss & she took the bottle from me. I was headed downward real fast, going to work drunk, driving, blowing people off. All kinds of stupid things. Everyday is a struggle for me, especially because I am around the stuff all day at work. But I love my job to much to quit it. I have a great support system at work, so that helps too. Anyway, just wanted to say "Hi"

**queeragui** · 03-24-2007, 06:40 PM

Originally Posted by LeftWriteFemme

Queeragui, Today is the first day of your life and 70 is the new 40, which makes me 12 and 2 wrongs don't make aright but 3 lefts do. People do say the strangest things to each other. Journaling is great, so good to hear you're doing it. Hey, have you read the Artist's Way? It's a great book.

Sherrie.......I'm in a silly mood, I don't know why.

I'm reading through it now. I'm journaling because of that book. (A copy was handed to me years ago.) That's the one thing I stuck with; journaling's a life saver. I'm currently on Week Five...

C.