Deep-Sixing the Doldrums…

Purple sky in the morning, DOLDRUMS warning…

So I have been feeling kind of down in the dumps. I think Halloween might be a trigger – all those memories of tipsy, crazy Halloween nights with the kids when they were young, and pillowcases chock full of Whoppers and Gobstoppers. When I talk about it now, Dee, Kim and me with our children in designer costumes, on golf carts in our gated communities, it seems so snooty and privileged and excessive… I don’t drink anymore. Or eat candy. And I do not have a golf cart or a golf club membership…

Then there was a Top 20 Best Recovery Blogs list that came out from The After Party Magazine (a website I do not spend a lot of time – as in never – courting) and I was not on it. And somehow that felt like the end of the world for a minute…

And my brain has been so full of surgical instruments: hemostatic forceps, retractors, bone chisels and the ever elegant rongeurs (an instrument that means “rodent or gnawer” in French and is used to “open a window in the scull”), that I have not had the luxury of free time to ponder my previous drinking habits or my current state of temperance with the microscopic scrutiny I have indulged in the past…

I can’t seem to find the time to exercise…

And I forget to count my blessings instead of black sheep…

Then, this morning I went to Recovery Connection.org to check on my most recent post for them, and it was clear a bunch of people have read it and shared it, and get this – it’s written chirpily about the 12 Things I Absolutely Love About Sobriety – all upbeat and exclamatory! How ironic, right?

So then I reread it, and it put things into the proper perspective. And I feel better…

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