GOOD AS GOLD
Just because I’m as good as gold doesn’t mean that I win the prize. Doesn’t mean I get my way. Doesn’t mean I gain your heart. Being ‘extra special sweetness and light girl’ doesn’t secure my future. It does prevent me from living my life as someone I don’t like. It contents me to keep my own company. It is a huge improvement over living as the raging fury I once was. Any destination I desire is more readily assessable from this amiable posture; in spite of inexpert yearning. I can breathe past you if must be, walk down the road holding my own hand instead of holding a lung full of air. But I am the treasure. You must earn me never capture me. Appreciate me not devalue me. I’m good as gold. And please know that I am the prize.
Remember yourself as you would an old friend
THERE ARE ONLY 23 MORE SHOPPING DAYS LEFT TILL MY NERVOUS BREAKDOWN
Shoppers beware: I have a careful plan
I can juggle these thirty things and keep these twenty people happy
Dig around in the dirt at these three excavation sites
And hold onto my sanity for twenty-three more days.
My sponsor says “Having a plan like that
Means I’m already crazy.”
My sponsor says “I don’t have to please anyone
But myself, my Higher Power and her.”
That can’t be right.
What is the point of sobriety if I can’t do it all?
She says “I don’t even have to please her or myself.”
What does that mean?
How can I tell if I’m pleasing my Higher Power?
She says “Shut up and you’ll find out.”
Great! What a plan, I like my countdown better
Of course I do, It’s mine, my countdown, my life, mine, mine, mine.
Maybe my sponsor isn’t all wrong.
OK, quiet….da, da, da, …da, da, OK quiet for real
Hmmmm, I don’t, don’t know
This isn’t working, I can’t do this.
Why would I need to stop being me in order to get better?
“Who are you?” she asks, she thinks she’s so smart.
I’M THE ONE IN THE MIDDLE.
She says “The eye of the storm is empty and I need to get a life of my own.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault