There are things in life that are non-negotiable to me: Family. Health. Faith. Integrity. It is hard for me to think about how every time I drank, I negotiated them in some way shape or form. All of those things are precious and good, but the devil loves to go after what is good and twist and turn these things until they are ugly beyond recognition. What we intend for good the devil goes after and makes it bad. His biggest tool? His favorite? ADDICTION It robs us of the momen
I had a colonoscopy. It’s one of those things you start to hear about in your 40’s from your older friends and you store it away in the “that’s a long time away for me yet” category. You turn 50; your doctor tells you to make an appointment. You come back at 51 and they schedule it while you're standing there. You cancel the first one and are then told canceling again is not a good idea. You block it out of your mind until a few days before and then figure you'd better read
I had a different blog written for this week and then I had a change of heart. Two things happened this morning that made me change my mind: I woke up. My daughter texted me. I woke up early, in a sweat. I was frantically trying to recover from a nightmare. I don’t have them often, but when I do these are the kind I hate. The kind of dream that isn’t real, but it could be. This nightmare could happen in real life. Not like the kind that are horrific but they end with an alie
One of the books I am reading right now is The Seven Decisions by Andy Andrews. I always have two books going at the same time. I call them the teaching book and the getaway book. The teaching book is full of highlights and notes in my journal, I usually read out of this one in the morning or at sometime during the day when I need a pick me up or feel stressed and in need of some down time. Works every time. There is always something new to learn and relate to. The getaway b
I’m Back!!! I’m Blogging! I’m Tired! This time zone thing is a killer. I wake up early in the morning no matter what and want to go to bed around six at night. Every day gets a little better. I know, you don’t feel sorry for me and believe me it was all worth it, but acclimating to real life is already hard after being gone that long. Throw a six hour time change in there and it’s a bit brutal. Okay, no more whining. As I reminisce about the European vacation we just got back
Did you know I am an art freak? My galleries are usually found in boutiques and malls. My art of choice? Clothes, shoes, and purses. Each one unique and special to deserve a spot in my closet instead of the wall.
Right now I am purging. I am finding out I am much better at binging than purging. In fact if this were a sport, I could certainly compete. But just like any other bad habit it always catches up with you to bite you in the… ahem - backside, shall we say?
My daughter wrote a blog post this week about being sick of the “mommy wine culture.” (You can read about it here.) There has been a lot of discussion about this topic going around in my world. My world - meaning the social media I follow about addiction and recovery. That is why my heart was so happy that my kiddo posted about it. Being bold and trying to bring a new awareness to those who might need to re-think their relationship with alcohol. I know firsthand how easy it