28 01, 2018

Finding Inspiration and Purpose in Sobriety

January 28th, 2018|Faith, Purpose|0 Comments

  Guest post by Stormie J. I have been in contact with several people who are struggling lately. The severity seems to range anywhere from “there must be more to life” to “I am done with life.” I have genuine compassion for this state of mind, body and spirit as one who wrestled with self-worth to the tune of purposefully endangering myself in my teens and also battling addiction into my early thirties. What is my purpose? My way up and out of it, although incremental, was quite miraculous and yet it does not fit nor necessarily work for others. One dear friend of mine has tried nearly “everything” and still her relief has been minimal and fleeting. Whether the cause is addiction, chemical imbalance, unrequited love, co-dependency, aging or something else, there seems to be no way around these common threads--loss of inspiration and purpose, lack of self-worth and [...]

22 01, 2018

Tapping Into Spirituality

January 22nd, 2018|Faith|0 Comments

  I don't come here often enough. I live so close, yet I rarely take advantage of the majesty offered to me just a stone's throw away. Within a one-minute drive or a ten minute walk, I am literally on the beach. Every time I endure the trek, I vow to do it more often or even daily. And, yet, the days roll by once again without me going back. I see it every day. My business is located across the street from the beach, but I don't manage to get there. It doesn't take long, you know. I could walk over during lunch or in between appointments. But it sometimes feels like a chore. And, today my dog, Stitch, was staring at me longingly...a look I know too well. His eyes are so expressive. Please mom, let's just take an hour and run in the sun, interact with other, [...]

15 01, 2018

The Day I Got Sober

January 15th, 2018|Early Sobriety, Faith, Finding Me, Recovery Stories|0 Comments

  I didn’t know it at the time. I didn’t know it at the time that my life had forever changed on this day, January 14, 2014. It wasn’t until five or six days later that I even realized that January 14 should be earmarked as a momentous day. I remember sitting in my back yard smoking a Capri menthol and realizing that I hadn’t had a drink in five or six days. (Yes, I used to smoke, and I smoked those sissy cigs…Capris. They felt a little more elegant than Marlboro Reds.) It was amazing that I hadn’t had a drink, but what was even more remarkable was that I wasn’t trying to “not” drink. I simply hadn’t had one and it hadn’t crossed my mind. It felt a bit different. I wasn’t “willing” myself to not have a drink. I wasn’t white knuckling it or struggling to stay [...]

27 12, 2017

Faith Is For The Courageous

December 27th, 2017|Faith, Fear|0 Comments

    Get ready for it. Here it comes. Hold your seats! The "F" bomb You know the word. You know what word I'm talking about. The sneaky little bastard that creeps into our mind at all hours of the day only to disrupt and cause anxiety. FEAR If you want to know the truth, I believe fear may be worse than f*ck. I mean seriously, fear is some effed up stuff. Fear can paralyze people. Fear stops us dead in our tracks from following our hearts desire. Fear traps us in darkness. Fear accelerates like wildfire if we give it an ounce of oxygen. Fear debilitates. Fear isolates. Fear suffocates. Even though fear is completely senseless, it lives in the mind. It protects the ego. The ego that tells us to worry about what others think. Fear is resistance to being the best and most beautiful being we can [...]

15 12, 2017

Finding Freedom Through Faith

December 15th, 2017|Faith|0 Comments

  I have traveled more in the month of December than I can remember traveling in the last five years. It's been invigorating and fun to let loose and see the world a bit. In my final spiral of alcoholism, I was traveling nonstop with a toxic boyfriend. I literally lived out of a suitcase and always had my dog carrier on wheels to bring my pup, Blossom, with me. She sure put up with a lot from me during that dark and desolate downward demise of my physical and spiritual being. I am thrilled that my boyfriend at the time finally dumped me. It was a blessing. I wasn't going to leave him. I just couldn't. I was as addicted to the false love we had as I was to the drink. And so he dumped me. And I had a chance to get sober. It took a while, [...]

8 12, 2017

Believe

December 8th, 2017|Faith, Holiday, Joyful Recovery|0 Comments

  Believe It's the first weekend of December and I am just returning from a blessed trip to New York City. The city is magical in December. The Big Apple most definitely knows how to go big for the holiday season. While in the city my friend and I took in lots of experiences. We came to New York under the guise of attending a personal development seminar. And, really it was just a great excuse to escape the humdrum life of sunny Southern California, almost always 74 degrees and beautiful. The mere thought of New York City gets my blood flowing. It's exciting. It's gritty and alive. It's a myriad of cultures piled high into the towering buildings. It's rich with all the great things this land has to offer as well as humbled by the homelessness that haunted me at every turn. Christmas in the city is brilliant [...]

19 11, 2017

What If The Possibilities are Endless?

November 19th, 2017|Early Sobriety, Faith, Fear, Finding Me, Joyful Recovery, Showing Up, Vulnerability in Sobriety|0 Comments

What If? Do you ever get stuck in fear, afraid to make a decision? Do you find yourself full of the what-ifs?   What if it doesn’t work out? What if it’s the wrong color? What if I don’t succeed? What if I don’t like it after I buy it? What if I don’t want to go after I purchase the ticket? What if it’s raining that night? What if I don’t like the new people I will work with?   I don’t really suffer from the “what if’s” too often. I am decisive, and I generally go with my intuition whether the subject-in-question is big or small.   But I do hear a lot of people debating decisions…mulling them over, overthinking, and so on. And that’s their process. It’s just not a process I can deal with. I make decisions and move on. In most cases. 😊   Dating [...]

15 11, 2017

Joyful Sobriety

November 15th, 2017|Early Sobriety, Faith, Finding Me, Joyful Recovery|0 Comments

  I spritzed myself with my favorite perfume on my way out the door this morning. I stopped in at the local surf shot to grab a cup of brew and listen to tales of surfing from the local guys. I absolutely love that I get to stop in at a surf shop. It’s so different yet similar to Arizona where the hunters stop in at the gas station for coffee before heading out for a hunt. I love being a part of the local scene that is so nostalgically Huntington Beach. I savor this feeling that the beach is a part of me now, just like the mountains and pine trees will forever be a part of my heart. I’m sporting a new outfit, and I am feeling good… confident.  There’s something about a new outfit that inspires me take a little more time in getting ready. You know, [...]

27 10, 2017

Follow Your Heart

October 27th, 2017|Faith, Joyful Recovery|0 Comments

It sounds so damn cliche.  Just follow your heart and watch what unfolds. Right?I have always been a risk taker. In fact, I pride myself on being able to take big effing risks. I have enjoyed telling people that I just quit my six-figure job to pursue the life I have been dreaming of.  I did that in my 30's, and my mantra for the year was "I would rather be poor and happy than rich and miserable." Whoa! Did I really tell myself that for a year? Holy shit! I did. And, guess what? I was broke. I earned $35,000 that year working part time for a law firm in a marketing role. So, here's the deal. When I was earning six figures, I was a sales person and a damn good one at that. I was a smart and efficient sales person.  I didn't make too many calls, [...]

14 04, 2016

Sober is the new black…

April 14th, 2016|Faith, Joyful Recovery, Recovery Stories|0 Comments

Sunday, February 22, 2015 is my seven year anniversary of sobriety. When we moved to Richmond, VA four years ago I was grateful for a fresh start; not for myself but for Sugar-britches. But guess who told our new friends about his mama’s recovery? Sugar-britches! Guess who won’t let a sober anniversary go by without going to an AA meeting to get my poker chip? Sugar-britches! He says, “Mama, it’s kinda a big deal”.  Well, if he’s talking about God’s Grace, then he is so right! For Valentine’s Day, Prince Charming gave me a fancy set of medallions to put in a shadowbox. Each one has the Roman numeral for the year of sobriety it signifies. I have the actual plastic poker chips, but he thought I would be proud to showcase the fancy ones since “I LOVE fancy”! Be still, Heart. I have decided to embrace my story and [...]

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