Alright, well he’s my elephant anyway. I recently posted about how the book The Zen of Recovery changed my life. On a lark, the day before, I had actually contacted the author of the book that taught me that my connection to God as I understood him didn’t have to be a mundane and faux … Continue reading Bagged the elephant
My AA friend Mitch (I call all my friends in recovery Mitch so as to protect their anonymity) always says that when you get sober, you resume maturing at the exact time you started drinking and using, thereby halting the process of most of your personal development. So, for me, that explains my potty mouth. … Continue reading Like the taste of Soap? Soberpod!
I love Rice Krispy Treats. I mean, love them. The ones my mom used to make were my favorite because she used peanut butter and I love all things peanut-y. Peanuts drizzled with olive oil and a few almonds and sea salt thrown in for good measure. Peanut Sauce with potstickers. Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups … Continue reading Sobriety, Rice Krispies and Papa Smurf
It’s been a helluva couple weeks, that I can tell you. One minute, you’re casually blogging away about Genesis, the first book in the Bible, while sparring with a recent diagnosis of depression, the next minute your blubbering in the supply closet over something as simple as some ill-timed constructive criticism from your family, the … Continue reading Genesis 41
It’s like there is 2 distinct voices in my head. The first one is the more problematic of the two. We’ll call him Winston. Winston leads with his heart. Winston tears up when he watches movies like Dead Poets Society and Field of Dreams. Winston feels the dagger twist in his heart when he thinks … Continue reading Disappointment and Suicide
I feel I owe you an explanation. See, over the last month or so, I have been acquainting myself with Twitter and LinkedIn pretty habitually (I already knew Facebook as well as I needed to) because I am working on creating a brand called My Zen Brain (and believe me, I shudder at my own … Continue reading Zen, Sobriety and life with a Traumatic Brain Injury