On the other side of the tantrum today, quicker than in the past, thanks to the willingness to choose this way of life over the other. Having plenty of experience with being happy, joyous and free sure makes it uncomfortable to sit in my shit. My old best friend misery definitely is not as much fun as I remember it to be. I have a strong belief today that my suffering is a choice, as is my happiness.
Pretty simple stuff really...talk about it, write about it, pray about it, work with others. I think I might get it tattooed on my arm forearm for those special occasions of willfulness and self pity.
Nothing is really different today, except my perspective. Everything is okay in this moment. Getting there was as easy as starting my day with prayer and meditation, putting on the happy tunes, talking to a newcomer, calling my sponsor, reading a new book, dinner/dance off with the kids. All resulted in me finding my gratitude...getting me into the solution and out of the problem that centers in my mind.
I was reminded tonight that everyday is a victory if I don't pick up. I may not do it perfectly, but I'm not expected to. As long as I'm not drinking, things will always improve and there is a hope. When I do drink, all bets are off. I have the chance to do it differently at any point. Just because I take my willingness back doesn't mean I can't turn it over again and again if necessary. Today, I am willing.