The real exercise is understanding that maybe I can’t understand everything. The hard part is accepting that I am just a player, not the director and the whole play is not about me. These are the thoughts generated by the untreated, alcoholic brain and it requires effort and work to change them.
Thank you for this post. I'm looking forward to many more of your posts containing “things are crack-a-lacking over here at Sober HQ,” because wow, what a scene to set!
Catching up on all the things I wanted to read more slowly, and this is just powerful!
“I’m not sure that fight to the end thing is always the right answer.”
It took me many years to learn how to be okay with people who maligned and misunderstood me. Years to learn to accept and roll with the really shitty things life threw at me. Years to learn that sometimes walking away is the best course of action.
Thank you for this post. I'm looking forward to many more of your posts containing “things are crack-a-lacking over here at Sober HQ,” because wow, what a scene to set!
Catching up on all the things I wanted to read more slowly, and this is just powerful!
“I’m not sure that fight to the end thing is always the right answer.”
It took me many years to learn how to be okay with people who maligned and misunderstood me. Years to learn to accept and roll with the really shitty things life threw at me. Years to learn that sometimes walking away is the best course of action.
Lots of treasures in this one, T.B.D
As always, you're very kind. My own view is that the real treasure in there is the "Boys, this is our Alamo" speech, but that's me.