Slippn'

It's been quite the week in my bubble of the recovery world, and the whole world in general actually. It seems like absolutely everyone is in some sort of crisis mode. Be it with their jobs, housing, recovery, schoolwork, family relationships, romantic relationships, or health. I'm standing here in what feels like a little bubble, just trying to juggle the things I have going on in my life. Meticulously balancing my plates of goals, obligations, responsibilities, desires, loyalties, and pleasures.

“Life always begins with one step outside of your comfort zone.” ― Shannon L. Alder

My unsung word of the year, if you haven't noticed in my publications thus far, is "self-awareness". I think I'll be adding "mindfulness" in 2024's second quarter. But lately, I've been holding self-awareness out in front of me like someone swinging a torch at monsters in the dark. Self-preservation, healing, and growth being the goal.

“We spend precious hours fearing the inevitable. It would be wise to use that time adoring our families, cherishing our friends and living our lives.” ― Maya Angelou

With that in mind, I'm noticing the very beginnings of a slip. Now, not a slip into SUD relapse or anything of that nature. But a slip into old avoidance habits I've adopted in the past when I start allowing more to be added to my balancing plates than I can handle. All I can hope is that within my space of taking avoidance head-on, with everyone else's situations seemingly crumbling around me, I can be a good example of keeping my life-sized balancing performance stable. Actions are being taken.

I'll keep ya'll posted.

Peace.