It started as a tickle in my throat. A twinge of pain in my eyes when the sun peeked through the blinds. All these little things piled up into their very own mountain, and no matter how far I climbed, it just kept getting taller.
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When I get to feeling down, I find that sometimes it’s simply because I’ve fallen behind on the little things that bring me joy. Taking just a few minutes out of each day to make sure I’m doing these little things helps to keep my spirits up. Although these points are quite basic, they’re also the easiest things to forget about in the everyday rush of life.
Since the last time I published anything on the blog, life has taken a few unexpected turns. Each one, even the bad, has inched me closer to the path I’m meant to be on. It started with giving up alcohol and it blossomed into an adventure I never could’ve foreseen.
It has come to my attention that a few of you noticed I haven’t been posting as many sobriety updates. Trust me, I understand that looks bad and I’m here to tell you exactly why you haven’t been seeing updates from me.
I want nothing more than to write. I want what I write to be encouraging… but I also want it to be real. There are some days that no matter how hard I try, I just can’t seem to conjure up anything positive to write.
I’m convinced I should start a seminar called, “Why I Decided To Pierce My Nose” with a follow up retreat called, “What On Earth Gave Me The Idea To Get A Tattoo.” As many times as I get asked, I’d sell out arenas answering those questions.
Oof, has it been a rough couple of weeks. Sure, I didn’t drink, but man did I wish I could.
One of the worst jobs I ever had was working as a bank teller. I had to be on the front lines of a not-so-great corporation and deal with adult temper tantrums on a daily basis. For an optimist with anxiety, it was emotionally draining work, to say the least.