Wednesday, June 2, 2010

The List

From the Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous:

8
We made a list of the persons we had harmed and
became willing to make amends to them all.

9
We made direct amends to such people whenever possible
except when to do so would injure them or others.


I have a list. Anyone whose life has ever been touched by the disease of addiction has a list. The list that I keep consists primarily of those people and offenses that I remember, however vaguely - but I am certain that there are individuals out there that I am not even aware of whose names should be added. If I got really honest, I could likely fill a novel sized book with situations and events in which someone other than me was hurt, offended, saddened, or otherwise affected during the course of my active addiction.

Early in my recovery, as I tried to burn through the steps in record time, I tried to "do" amends. I made it my mission to try to track down every soul that I was aware of ever hurting so that I could tell them I was sorry and make amends to them in whatever way I needed to. One person after another responded with a mostly lukewarm "That's Nice" or "I'm Happy For You." Some were a little slow to respond, and some never did at all. A handful made it clear that no amend that I could ever make would undo or repair the damage that had already been done. Since that time, I have learned more about amends and what they are supposed to involve. I have accomplished some milestones related to step 9 that I never thought I would be able to accomplish. It has taken great patience and monumental effort, along with deep compassion and forgiveness in most cases - to begin to rebuild some of the relationships that were lost so long ago. But it is the images and memories of that handful of people that stay with me...visiting my dreams and occupying the dark corners of my heart that I only become aware of in my most solitary and silent moments. This is the regret that I carry with me. Some days it feels like it is strengthening me, and others, it seems to be crushing me. But always, it is there...like a boulder that I can't seem to set down.

Every night as I leave my job, I pass under an arch that reads "Let Go and Let God." It is a concept that all in recovery are familiar with, for it is only when we loosen our grasp on trying to control that which we cannot, that a new freedom opens up to us - not surprisingly, we also have to be ready for that freedom in order to really, fully, completely let go and give in to the surrender. Almost on a daily basis, I ask myself what purpose the pain and regret are serving in my life and what it will take to finally be able to loosen my grip on them, turn them over to the care of the universe, and free myself from limitations that they put on my own growth and happiness. Sometimes I think that keeping them with me provides the punishment that I feel I deserve for some of the things that I have done, and sometimes I think holding on to those regrets is my way of keeping those people with me that I cannot bear to think of living the rest of my life without...even though I know in my mind that there is not enough good intention and positive change in the world to restore what those relationships once were to me.

And so, even as I continue to go through the process of righting wrongs, rebuilding that which I destroyed, and marking off my progress with tiny little check marks...I doubt that I will ever be able to completely relinquish the hope that one day the list will be complete.

Until that day, I keep working.


Sunday, May 2, 2010

The Things We Cannot Change

I open my lungs
To breathe in forgiveness and love
Haunting me now
Reminders of how I used to be...

...Tell me how to make right
All the wrong turns that I've learned
So this can all end tonight...

-Chris Daughtry



I began this draft several months ago as I struggled with the deep sense of regret that happens when I think about the casualties of my self destruction and the bridges that burned in the fires of my addiction. Every time I typed a line into the blank field, I could feel my lungs closing up and that way too familiar feeling of tears that I cannot bear...and cannot stop. It never ceases to astound me how deeply the pain runs - even today...with so much time, and so much change. And as the pain comes, and the breath goes, and the tears fall...sometimes it feels like I can't survive it.

Every day, I pray for serenity, and acceptance, and courage, and wisdom.

To accept the things I cannot change. The people that I cannot un-hurt. The trust that I cannot un-destroy.

Recently, I saw the movie Crazy Heart. It was a difficult movie in many ways...was very real and very easy to identify with this human hero who had fallen so far, lost so much, and couldn't manage to find rock bottom without dragging innocent bystanders along with him. Certainly, the scenes that depicted this character in a drunken stupor, or sick, or hungover, were hard to watch. There were moments that I had to look away, but it was just a vague sadness in me. And then he found the bottom, and he hurt the one he cared about the most...perhaps the only person left that really and truly cared about him. He shattered the trust. In his quest to undo it, he found a reason to move forward, find help, do the right thing. He found new hope because he needed her. And when he went to her, she told him that she was glad he was better, glad he'd found peace, glad to see him looking well - and then she closed the door.

And I could feel my lungs closing up and that way too familiar feeling of the tears that I cannot bear...and cannot stop. The times I have heard that door slam just a little harder than necessary. No matter how many right steps I take now. The things I cannot change.

If I could I would. I would go through all of the pain of the past, all of the fear, and tears, to change one minute of hurt that my behavior caused someone else. I would give anything to have just one moment back when I had the thought that maybe I should go to treatment...just one moment to say it out loud. There are so many moments that I would take back in a heartbeat, just to do them differently. Just to avoid hearing that door slam one more time. It will never happen. I will never have that.

But what I do have are moments of unexpected grace. Undeserved by definition.

And it is in these moments, with the complete understanding of the things that I will never be able to change, that my sense of gratitude for the courage to change the things I can is at it's most powerful.

Friday, February 19, 2010

You Are Not Done

If you haven't failed, you haven't lived.


Monday, January 25, 2010

...Ever Reminding Us to Place Principles Before Personalities

“Nothing is given to man on earth - struggle is built into the nature of life, and conflict is possible - the hero is the man who lets no obstacle prevent him from pursuing the values he has chosen.”
~Andrew Bernstein~



I am a fairly easy going and laid back person...and I strive to maintain a positive attitude and demeanor in all of my interactions with people. At times, I fail, and when I do, I always find myself ruminating over the situation to try and pinpoint exactly where I went wrong...which one of my many shortcomings was in play when the situation became difficult? Sometimes I figure it out, usually I find it somewhere between the 12th Tradition of AA and P. 449 of the Big Book.

Over the past few weeks, I have found myself struggling with the "Principles Before Personalities" (12th Tradition) concept. People have often heard me say that my philosophy is that we all need to believe in the best intentions of others. I find that, when I am unable to live this idea myself, I become irritable, angry, defensive, and anxious. Lately, I have found myself in that place. Instead of looking for good intention in everyone that I deal with, I begin conversations and interactions wondering what the other person's "angle" will be, and what agenda they are really seeking to serve. The problem for me lies in the fact that I have actually stumbled upon some folks recently that have turned out to be people that were, in fact, guided by selfish and not so pure motives. I completely understand that I should not base my world view on the actions of a handful of individuals, but I have never really gotten the hang of how to keep faith and trust in the goodness of people alive in a world that so often does not seem to support it.

Some people just suck, I think...

...which brings me back to the old page 449 - the most well worn page in my 3rd Edition copy of The Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous:

"And acceptance is the answer to all my problems today. When I am disturbed, it is because I find some person, place, thing or situation -- some fact of my life -- unacceptable to me, and I can find no serenity until I accept that person, place, thing or situation as being exactly the way it is supposed to be at this moment. Nothing, absolutely nothing happens in God's world by mistake. Until I could accept my alcoholism, I could not stay sober; unless I accept life completely on life's terms, I cannot be happy. I need to concentrate not so much on what needs to be changed in the world as on what needs to be changed in me and in my attitudes..."

This is such a powerful reading for me. It explains every single negative thought, feeling, and emotion that happens inside of me. It's easy to accept the good stuff. I have no problem accepting nice, honest people or peaceful, pleasant situations. But when I encounter rude, pushy, arrogant, selfish, know-it-all types that are speaking to me or behaving in a condescening or self righteous way, it is SO much harder to get to the place I need to be to find my serenity. I suppose the real peace lies, not in the acceptance of another individual's disrespect, but in the acceptance of my own powerlessness to change any person's behavior or attitude but my own and the acknowledgement of the responsibility that I have in my own recovery and for my own happiness.

There will always be people in the world that do not act from their very best intention...but by placing principles before personalities and encountering every person I meet as though they are, I am able to limit the negativity that threatens to prevent my own best intention from shining through.

God, grant me the serenity...

Thursday, December 31, 2009

Taking Off the Masks: A Look Back at 2009

We spend January 1 walking through our lives, room by room, drawing up a list of work to be
done, cracks to be patched. Maybe this year, to balance the list, we ought to walk through
the rooms of our lives...not looking for flaws, but for potential.
~Ellen Goodman~

Be always at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let each
new year find you a better man.
~Benjamin Franklin~



I don't even know quite how to begin looking back at 2009. It was a year of so many surprises, opportunities, first steps, giant leaps, and downright freefalls and I have been continuously challenged - finding growth in rising up to meet various opponents. This year, I have taken risks beyond what I ever could have imagined that I would - and created expectations within my world that I never could have dreamed would be met...and I have encountered the most amazing and inspiring people along the way.

I have to say that the highlight of the year for me has to be the cruise that I went on in November. I am not a traveler for the most part...but I have always dreamed of visiting other places. The particular tour that I chose gave me the incredible opportunity to fulfill that dream, and to make a difference in other parts of the world by participating in local volunteer activities at the same time. It is such a profound concept. I saw sunrises over the ocean, and sunsets in 3 different countries that took my breath away. I got kissed by a dolphin, rode a horse on a Mexican beach, and left my mark in the pediatric ward of a Belizean hospital by helping to paint cartoon character murals on the walls for the young patients to enjoy.

This cruise was so important to me on a number of levels and quickly became a representative symbol of an internal journey that had been taking place for me since very early in the year. When I boarded that ship, I literally left behind everything remotely familiar and entered a world which I knew nothing about and where I was completely unknown. My own anonymity and the knowledge that my interaction with this particular universe was for just one week in time was such an incredible gift. It allowed me to spend time discovering my real self - the self that lies underneath the masks that I wear to fit into my life and to experience, without fear, how THAT self could relate to the people around me. The only disruption to the peace I felt seemed to be a fairly intense level of "politicking" going on at the corporate level among the staff of the travel group - and it somehow cast an air of cliquishness and exclusivity among some of the passengers that put me off a little. One particular moment stands out as I noted some of the higher level staff pointing around and whispering among themselves...and it took me back to a definite "mean girl high school" moment. Even that, however, provided a significant opportunity for self examination and growth in my own heart. Overall, the cruise was an incredible experience that brought about a definite shift in the state of my soul - and as we arrived back in the states I realized that I was done with the masks...there is simply no longer a need.

Weeks later, after much dreaming, planning, saving, and anticipating, I packed my car and moved 700 miles away - again, away from all things familiar and secure and into a world that is unknown to me...and in which I am unknown. It is a new start for me...the darkness of my past making way to a future that I am uncertain about, but that is full of possibility. With everyone I hold dear safe and sound in my heart, I begin a new story.

The pencil is sharp, and a blank page stares at me as I formulate my opening statement:

Chapter One...

Monday, December 28, 2009

Five Simple Rules

But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?
~Albert Camus
~


I don't know who wrote this or where it came from - all I know is that it came to me right on time. It touches me deeply and so I put it here as a reminder to me, and a little food for thought for all of those passing through...


How To Be Happy

The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with her hair fashionably coiled and makeup perfectly applied, even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. "I love it," she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy. "Mrs. Jones, you haven't seen the room .... just wait. "That doesn't have anything to do with it," she replied. "Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged, it's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away, just for this time in my life. " She went on to explain, "Old age is like a bank account, you withdraw from what you've put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories. Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing." And with a smile, she said:

"Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less."

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Peace in a New Day

Gonna find peace in a new day, gonna build a better way...
...brick by brick, stone by stone, stick by stick
~Rayn~

There has never been a time in which I wanted a "do over" more than the day that I stood in front of a conservative Texas judge in handcuffs and waited for his decision. Somewhere very deep inside of me, I completely understood that my life was about to be profoundly changed, forever.

And I was right.

When I came home from "camp" (well, okay, it was prison - but it was kind of like camp...with really bad food, no swimming, and very mean camp counselors...heh.), I set my sights very low, and spent a great deal of time wishing I could go back and start over. I thought of all of the things I could have done differently, better, smarter. On a daily basis, I grieved the things and people that I had lost. And I never imagined for one single minute that my life would ever be different. In my own mind, I believed that I had fucked up SO badly that this was the life I deserved...my punishment, penance, atonement. I eventually found a sort of peace in low expectations. I found a job that paid the bills and a quiet, solitary, off the radar life that was often lonely, but always predictable. I tried, somewhat unsuccessfully, to stop thinking about things I could not undo. Mostly, at all cost, I tried to avoid thoughts of the future...because those seemed to be the emptiest, grayest, coldest thoughts of all.

Until the day that I sat down and took a good hard objective look at myself - through my own eyes, through the eyes the honest and caring people that I had surrounded myself with, and through the factual history of the last several years of my life. All of that searching, evaluating, and challenging in my soul left me with only one possible conclusion:

The penance is done. I am not a bad individual - I made poor choices, and I paid a very high price. I learned. I grew. And I deserve a future...I have worked my ass off for it. I have earned it.

And so my sights aimed higher. A job that brings me joy in addition to income. A place to live where I can feel safe, and free, and peaceful. Forgiveness - most of all from myself.

If you build it, they will come.

I cannot go back and change the past - and I often wonder if it would really even help if I could. But, brick by brick, I am building a different future.

A new start.

And I am awed by the possibilities for a different ending.