The most recent thing I’ve learned is that I’m moving through life too fast by my own volition. I have a great energy source within me – it’s a beast, and I have no idea where it came from. I seem to be riding it bareback and when I’m not busy trying not to slideContinue reading “I’m 8.5 Months Sober. Feed Me What You Know.”
Category Archives: Lumen’s Posts
Are you Fine-Tuned To The Details?
Becoming aware of the fact that I don’t know as much as I think I do about something important to me hurts my feelings. The letdown is as great as Niagara Falls. The weight of the disappointment I feel toward myself is palpable. I just want to squeeze it right back out of my body,Continue reading “Are you Fine-Tuned To The Details?”
You Have 9 Minutes Left On The Clock Of Your Existence.
Nine meager minutes! When I’m on the Elliptical and still have another nine minutes to go – that feels like a freakin’ eternity, but if I had only nine minutes left before the alarm rang on my life? Well – – SHIT! I would send my loved ones texts and then I would probably setContinue reading “You Have 9 Minutes Left On The Clock Of Your Existence.”
I Rear Ended Two Cars
On the same day. Yes. I’d been drinking. No, I’m not a big believer in miracles. But, it may be a miracle, in this case, that I didn’t hurt anyone that day. Everyone was fine and there was no damage to either car – both times. The first driver couldn’t have been less interested onceContinue reading “I Rear Ended Two Cars”
Why Am I Watching This?
And then I wondered – as I sipped my coffee – can I dance like that guy? SO I tried it. Nope. And I felt like a complete idiot. Thank God no one could see me. Is that maybe a guy’s dance? I cannot make my legs move that fast. Especially this early in theContinue reading “Why Am I Watching This?”
Life Happened
I published my memoir in March of 2011. That was nearly a decade ago and a lot has happened since then. For one, Life has happened. I’ve already started the outline for my second book, but I’m not quite sure how to begin. I know, I know – at the beginning. Right? But it’s notContinue reading “Life Happened”
Psychodrama
Psychodrama is an exercise used in psychotherapy and utilized by some inpatient treatment centers for the purpose of self-discovery. It is supposed to be therapeutic. But at my 4th treatment center in Florida, the staff misused it terribly. They had us participate in psychodrama for their amusement and entertainment and it was beyond inappropriate andContinue reading “Psychodrama”
Who’s Responsible?
A friend of mine just asked me to write a post about responsibility. I thought that was a terrible idea because I was content in my new chair and I didn’t want to move from my purring babies. But, the chair isn’t going anywhere, neither are they, and I haven’t written anything all day, soContinue reading “Who’s Responsible?”
Albino Grasshopper
“Well Hi there little guy.” I leaned over and said to the grasshopper. It attacked my face. I about fell over backward. A young child passing me on his Hot Wheels looked to his mother in horror. I truly behaved like I’d lost my mind -swatting at my face, knocking my glasses off, yelling obscenities.Continue reading “Albino Grasshopper”
Beautiful Night For A Walk
Tangible Peace I love evenings like this.
This Song Deserves the Spotlight
It’s a head-bobbing, toe-tappin’ day.
Teacher
I want a teacher who actually recognizes the teaching position and makes him/herself useful that way. I’ll backtrack to the title of this post. I just left a relationship with a man who was a terrific teacher. He just didn’t realize he was doing it, What I learned the most from this person is thatContinue reading “Teacher”
Say It And Mean It.
The addict voice (AV) that takes up residency in our minds does a number on the words we throw at it when we’re trying to get sober. Why is it so hard for us to wrap our minds around one single powerful word? What is one word we say over and over and over toContinue reading “Say It And Mean It.”
Sick Dick
Continued from chapter 3 of my memoir: Saturation https://www.amazon.com/Saturation-Memoir-Jennifer-Place/dp/1461018129 It took just over two short months before I became aware of how unhealthy his attachment to me had grown. And I allowed it. I participated. He gave me what I wanted – alcohol. We became like two sick spiders intertwined in a foul emotional web.Continue reading “Sick Dick”
“I Don’t Drink.”
This has got to be the shortest and the most powerful sentence a sober person can utter. That’s what I say, “I don’t drink.” If someone offers me a drink, I say “No, thank you.”
