If I don’t achieve these things it’s ok.
I am trying to create.
I am living out my values
and that is all I can ask for.
“Why try?” says the mind.
The mind answers, “I’m afraid. I’m afraid of failing, of being judged.”
Ask the heart. Why try?
Because you are creating. You have an innate sense behind the camera.
A way to speak without words.
To bring about emotion.
To capture a moment that YOU want to share with the world.
Even if your parents don’t understand you.
You can’t fail behind the lens of your own heart.
Why do some plants thrive
in no matter what environment you put them in,
while others need just the right soil to flourish?
Environments tend to change us
for better or for worse.
They have an influence
that may be greater than we could ever imagine.
A good night’s sleep (with medicinal help) makes all the difference.
Have excitement in your life.
For me, the enthusiasm to get out of bed comes from my Tai Chi class.
Little pleasures are what make life worth living.
If those moments of gratitude and bliss aren’t present in your life, burnout can ensue.
In my experience, the path to recovery includes self-discovery.
Here are values that are common: Core Values List
In therapy, we choose 5 that stood out to us as most important in our lives.
Then thought about how our actions would align with those values.
I am thankful to be alive,
To be breathing,
To be feeling,
The sensation of raspberry pancakes with jalapeno peach jam,
The sensation of the sun on my face,
The sight of vegetables growing as only nature can do.
This is being alive.
And it’s alright by me.
Sitting in Tim Horton’s, “I don’t like that what old people do” (come to Tim Horton’s to sit and talk). “I like to go to the garage (his trucking business) make my own coffee, maybe start a fire.”
But you have a following of people you stop in to visit you. “Yeah, but sometimes I’d prefer to be alone.” (Laughing)
My grandfather grew up in a house in the late 1930’s, where his father grew vegetables and beans and his mother baked all the rolls. When he went to serve in Korea he took a train from Presque Isle, Maine to San Fransico and didn’t eat for 3 days – no money. When I heard that I was taken aback by the silent discipline of this man doing what he could in those hard times. He told me his mother and father would write to him in Korea and he still has the letters. My grandfather had 20 dollars to his name when he was married in 1955. They bought a trailer and if the landlord hadn’t helped them out with 2 months rent, they “wouldn’t have made it.”
After getting on their feet, they pushed forward. They have been operating a profitable wood hauling business throughout the northern Maine woods and the United States for over 50 years.
I am blessed to hear the stories from this astounding person. His grace and gentleness are a part of me. I can feel his love and spirit with me. That’s a connection, a link that will only help me grow into the person who I am meant to be.
This Recovery has been a fight from the beginning.
A fight within me.
The fight is really a transformation,
And no transformation occurs without suffering.
I was told once by my therapist that a change in values only occurs after someone goes through a painful time.
What I value as important has certainly morphed.
I am at the stage now where Recovery is a surrender, not a fight.
A surrender to the movement of the universe.
To my capacity to gain Love and Compassion for me