I no longer have that trampled look of someone forced to remember every mistake he or she has made. I no longer hide under that blanket of regrets. ~Hazelden Thought for the Day Jan. 3
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Today I am grateful...
- that every day this year ends in an odd number: 9
- that if you ever think I am not gay enough, read this post from the past
- to know what I have today, mentally, emotionally, physically, financially and spiritually is a direct result of being sober and having a program of recovery. No one's words can sway me otherwise, although some try.
- that time is passing and I am sober. Time has taken on such a different sense since I got sober--I can actually see it passing (or am I moving through it?), unlike when I was drunk every night and simply wanting my awareness of time to cease.
Life is full of questions. Many people tell us they have the answers. We have to be careful of who and what we believe. Other people's ideas may not fit us. The program doesn't tell us much about what to believe. It teaches us how to believe. How well the program works for us depends on what we believe and how well we live it. When we face all the facts, we can really believe. We believe we are powerless over our addiction. We believe we must and can change some things in our lives. We believe we can trust a Higher Power to care for us. When we choose to believe, we want to choose the best beliefs we can. And once we believe, we must not forget. ~Keep It Simple
10 comments:
Oh Scott, the picture of you on the car is great! The gay part was that y'all were dressed up hip,slick and cool and pulling over to pick wild flowers!
Great memories in that car. And being stoned...ha ha.
I had not thought of every day of this new year ending in my favorite number 9 yet. Thanks!
Did you bury the Bumpmobile along the expressway, and decorate her with a white cross? (Always wanted to 'aks' you that! -grin)
I KNEW I remembered someone else being from Paducah--is Scott and Traiboss ralated I bet?
Wonder if either of you found a full dress tailcoat , bow tie, stiff white vest, trousers, and black suspenders floating down river. One drunken Sunday I sent all that and more, down stream from off my houseboat in Cincinnat.
It was my ceremonial resignation from Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra. Fortunately for me, I was not Quite drunk enough to place my violin on the water also, and give it a gentle shove out into the current.
Yes, Steve. Lisa and I are brother and sister and we grew up in Paducah.
fag.
I have no idea why you are grateful that "every day this year ends in an odd number: 9",
but if it helps you to have a better 2009 then I'm all for it !
Some of the links are dead or outdated. Grumble, grumble...
The afro & bell bottoms made my day!
Oh, my. I think my friend Scott might be gay.
that's a classic! i left a comment there. what is sporting a basket? does it have something to do with your penis?
Great car and great outfit! I must have confused JJ because she thought that I was gay. I did my best to assure her that I wasn't. She must have gotten that idea from all those old HNT photos.
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