This is my story of my voyage with my Co-Writer, My Higher Power to sobriety via the internet. It was here that I reclaimed my life.
You have your own voyage to plot, your own stars to follow whether you choose my path or choose another with AA, or with one of the many fine addiction treatment centers
The important thing is that you do what you can. Now.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Welcome To Stepford
Joanna Eberhart: How do I look? Bobbi Markowitz: Can I be perfectly honest?
Joanna Eberhart: Mm-hmmm.
Bobbi Markowitz: You kind of looklike Betty Crocker.
Joanna Eberhart: I know.
Roger Bannister: At Betty Ford. --Quote from the movie: Stepford Wives
Day 227 of Sobriety
I just finished knitting a super cute scarf for one of the Elves to take to the owner of a Bed and Breakfast that donated a stay for one of our toy drive raffles. She wanted to take the owner a bottle of wine but I chirped, "No, let me knit something up, it won't take any time at all."
I fear that I am becoming some freaky Stepford Wife, the Recovering Alcoholic Edition. I've noticed that people I used to party with have started avoiding me and refuse to meet my perky, zealous stare. I think they are afraid I might try to convert them or knit them a turtle neck dickie or toilet paper cozy on the spot.
When my friend introduced me to her new clients the other night she said, "This is Kary, you should buy some of her peanut brittle tomorrow at the funky market, she's a wonderful cook. You should see her flowerbed, she really has a green thumb. Have you read her blog (the other one)? I love the way she writes."
Squirming and wanting to throw a little tarnish on my shiny new reputation, and not wanting to run off a perspective new friend, I said, "Yeah, but I really suck at blow jobs."
So this morning I am feeling a little defensive, petulant, and ridiculously sorry for myself. My two year old self has been whining all morning, "Why does everybody like "so and so" better than me, why does she get more comments? How come "so and so" and "so and so" don't follow my blog? Why didn't anybody comment on my excellent comment on the message board?"
Wah! Wah! Wah! So childish and so not the purpose of this blog. Please push the Ignore button.
P.S. Linda B, Thank you for your kind comment this morning. As you can tell, I needed it. Thanks to all of you that take the time to comment.
P.P.S. T, thank you for being my friend, in good and bad. Have you made any chocolate chip cookies lately? Bring 'em over, I'll knit you something. And, OMG! Don't you think I resemble Bette in that picture?