Day 135 – I don’t care!
In the song 'I Love it' by Icona Pop, there is a lyric within which I have always secretly luxuriated. "I crashed my car into the bridge. I don't care; I love it. I don't care". This lyric stirs up the rebel in me. It resonates with something vital within me. I want...
Day 132 – Troubles, troubles, troubles
Why do troubles always blindside me? I might not know their exact nature or precise arrival time, but I do know they are coming because they are a regular ingredient of life. While I'm at it, why do I waste valuable energy and stress attempting to resist troubles?...
Day 129 – Superheroes
Who doesn't love a superhero? Superheroes have strengths and powers which they use to overcome evil and save the day. I have spent the last 129 days flexing muscles I didn't know I had, battling forces new to me, and triumphing over various foes that had my...
Day 125 – Getting to know me, all about me?
I am a person who no longer uses alcohol or other drugs. YAY! That immediately says two things about me. I am living a life of sobriety. YAY! I am in recovery. Recovery from what? The damage that drinking alcohol did. (Sobriety will undo this. YAY!) The pre-existing...
Day 120 – Christmas time – Locked and loaded
Christmas is loaded to its eyeballs. With what? On the surface, it is a beautiful, joyous space in the calendar that we use to come together to spread peace, exchange gifts, and celebrate much. Don't get me wrong. That does happen, and I LOVE Christmas for those...
Day 113 – Rebel with a cause
113 days ago, I was sitting at this very same table in Whistable. Then, like now, it was the morning of departure following a break in this charming seaside town. I have come a long way. Instead of just a 30 break, I have fully embraced the AF life choice. I have...
Day 110 – Caring for my new born Sobriety
60 years, 8 months & 1 day - Out of the womb. 60 years, 8 months & 1 day - Struggling to survive. 43 years, 9 months, 1 week & 2 days - Left the parental home. 38 years, 4 months, 3 weeks & 4 days - Walking with God 37 years, 7 months, 2 weeks & 5...
Day 100: Where am I headed?
Today I celebrate reaching my first triple-digit numeral! My first centenary. Simultaneously, I recall that this day was not, and is not, my destination. Day 100 is merely a signpost along the way, signalling that I am still on the right path. The path to where? I...
Day 99 – Fake news
I want to call out some fake news. Where do I start? I start in my own backyard. My head is full of nonsense. What, why, and how? In a bid to be helpful to my on-going survival, my mind has stored away many 'lessons' that it has collected over time and which it thinks...
Day 93 – Escaping the hubbub of Life.
Sometimes Life can get a bit noisy. Worries and stresses often crescendo into a cacophony of swirling fears in my consciousness. As I excitedly await a forthcoming event like a birthday, Christmas, or even an Amazon delivery, the buzz in my head can be non-stop. My...