I wrote this some years ago. I’m re-posting it, with some minor editing, because “There, but for the grace…”
I don’t spend much time regretting the past. There are a lot of things I’ve done that—given the opportunity—I’d probably do differently (or not at all) but you have to be careful what you wish for. The Law of Unintended Consequences is nothing to mess with.
Today I’ve been thinking about my friend Bill. I met him during a period in my early twenties when I was driving airplanes for a living. We were drawn to each other by a mutual love of airplanes, flight attendants, and the bars of the Fort Lauderdale area.
This was not too long after the Bay of Pigs, and there was a lot of stuff happening in Africa around then as well. The company we both worked for had, at one time, some clandestine connections with interests in the Caribbean, and shady characters of some repute still wandered around the small airports of South Florida and the islands to the south. I found this moderately interesting. Bill found it fascinating. Continue reading →
Everyone’s lamenting the inconveniences, horror and/or fake-newsness of the pandemic, but not too many folks outside of us oddballs in the recovery community seem to consider the things we have to be grateful for. So I thought I’d make a list of some of mine.
Even though I’m in a high-risk category due to my age and health issues, I’m still alive.
I’m not unemployed; I’m retired with a little bit of income.
I’m on Social Security, so unless Mr. Trump and his gang manage to wipe out all the “entitlements” I’m not going to starve or lose my home.*
Since I’m pretty-much a stay-at-home anyway (not to say an introvert), I’m not terribly inconvenienced or troubled by home quarantining and social distancing. I’d like to be able to visit my kids, grandkids, and a couple of good friends occasionally, and I miss face-to-face meetings – although I think online meetings have much to offer and I’m anxious to see how they change the face of the recovery community in the long run.
I don’t have to walk the cats.
I’m quarantined with my best friend, squabble though we might from time to time.
My Kindle and smartphone.
The Internet, flawed and troll-ridden though it is.
My supports in my recovery fellowships.
Air conditioning. Living in Florida is both a blessing (Winter) and curse (the other 9 months of the year). I managed as a kid without A/C, but I’m totally spoiled now.
I live within a mile of 98% of the stores I need to visit occasionally, including a Publix, Aldi’s, B.J.’s, Target, CVS, and several decent takeout joints.
A reliable car.
The little lake we live on, and bird-watching out the bedroom window.
Living in a community of older folks without boom boxes and drive-by shootings.
Now I’m starting to sound like an old fogy, so I’ll stop. But you get the idea.
Did you make out a gratitude list of your own lately? Might it be time? __________________________________ *Damn right I’m entitled. I paid into that fund for over fifty years. It’s not my fault that politicians used the money on things for which it wasn’t intended.
“In recovery, the wish to keep indulging without consequences doesn’t vanish suddenly. How many of us hoard, ruminate, fidget or pump ourselves full of coffee or nicotine, or go the other way with exercise or rigid dieting? Old habits die hard, you say? Consider that quitting may not end our problems–some say quitting exposes our problems.”
~ Joe C., Beyond Belief — Agnostic Musings For 12 Step Life
I hope I’ll win the lottery, but I don’t expect to.
A lot of us addicts get our hopes and expectations amazingly tangled. Most of us need to take a close look at the difference during our early recovery (and often afterward) because they can cause huge complications in our lives. Read on…
Addiction is not the problem. For us, addiction was a solution. When
we are able to look within and discover the things that made us unable
to see our world clearly, we are on the way to real recovery.