If only. If only I had this my life would be better. If only i was with this person, life would be grand. If only I had more money in my savings, I would feel more secure. If only I were in san francisco by now, my life would rock. If only I could get drunk n high every day and still enjoy it, yes folks ugly but true...this is what my disease says. My brain tells me all sorts of fucked up stuff for me to worry about or long for.
My amazing life proves otherwise. If I was was meant to be in a relationship, there he/she would be...right by my side. money doesn't matter. out of all people I know that. Growing up in a family where love is expressed by money. Living on the streets with no money but all the love in the world. I'm not prepaired for the big move yet.
This all comes up from the fact that i've tried every way possible to let something go and I can't. UNACCEPTABLE! unafuckingaceptable! I want things my way. well my ways pretty miserable and self destructive. so yet once again I combat my head. Do the exact opposite of what it wants me to do. This works well for me allot.
I have to accept the fact that i can't let this go, but I can let go and let god. See where that takes me. never been disappointing yet. Gotta leap up on my god horse take the reigns and go for the ride. If I don't fight it, it'll be easier. I like to fight it. i've always been rebellious. yet somehow I will get to the other side. You see there's a reason i'm starting the steps over again. and what's the first about besides surrender...acceptance.
My wanting to start the steps over inspired my sponsor to as well. Idn't that beautifull. I feel some reading and writing coming on. prayer and action. more sappy poetry. Love.
My amazing life proves otherwise. If I was was meant to be in a relationship, there he/she would be...right by my side. money doesn't matter. out of all people I know that. Growing up in a family where love is expressed by money. Living on the streets with no money but all the love in the world. I'm not prepaired for the big move yet.
This all comes up from the fact that i've tried every way possible to let something go and I can't. UNACCEPTABLE! unafuckingaceptable! I want things my way. well my ways pretty miserable and self destructive. so yet once again I combat my head. Do the exact opposite of what it wants me to do. This works well for me allot.
I have to accept the fact that i can't let this go, but I can let go and let god. See where that takes me. never been disappointing yet. Gotta leap up on my god horse take the reigns and go for the ride. If I don't fight it, it'll be easier. I like to fight it. i've always been rebellious. yet somehow I will get to the other side. You see there's a reason i'm starting the steps over again. and what's the first about besides surrender...acceptance.
My wanting to start the steps over inspired my sponsor to as well. Idn't that beautifull. I feel some reading and writing coming on. prayer and action. more sappy poetry. Love.
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95% of my problems
Fri, June 20, 2008 - 5:50 PM...are a direct result of failing the third directive of the serenity prayer:
God, grant me the Serenity to accept the things i can not change,
The Courage to change the things I can,
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Re: 95% of my problems
Sun, June 22, 2008 - 12:55 AMNo kiddin'. And not just that, but *should* I change it? Hell, I almost never know if I'm supposed to change something or accept it. I only know if I like it or not. -
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Re: 95% of my problems
Sun, June 22, 2008 - 9:07 AM<< Hell, I almost never know if I'm supposed to change something or accept it. I only know if I like it or not. >>
AAAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!! THAT was fuckin' beautiful! -
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Four forty-nine
Sun, June 22, 2008 - 5:20 PMGas just hit $4.49 at the corner gas station.
I don't like it.
Acceptance is easy when I don't have a choice.
Wisdom is learned after falling flat on my face; usually. -
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Re: Four forty-nine
Mon, June 23, 2008 - 5:30 PMI never suspect that termites are eating my brain until they're three-fourths done with the job.
So many tourists and new drugs, so many caesars to pay tribute to.
Everything I do is motivated by fear.
Bow down and accept slavery or stand up and get ripped apart by a pack of wild dogs.
I never did mind about the little things until I realized they all added up to my life.
If I could only be serene then I'd be serene.
I've tried optimism and I've tried starvation. They both drove me to drink.
Sometimes selling out is waking up.
Today I woke up buried in trash.
At least I'm still a sellout.
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