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Have a Zen Christmas
WB xx
Showing posts with label christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label christmas. Show all posts
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Monday, 14 December 2015
When the Head and Heart Fight....
....it's always the Liver that suffers....
This dropped into my timeline yesterday. I have no idea who to attribute this quote, but whoever it is, is a very wise person.
After reading Sober Mummy's post yesterday (read it here), I was struck that so many of our struggles are not just Drinking v Not Drinking.
And as I have had my "triggers" pushed lately too, I am reminded that addiction is just a symptom.
So many times during my life, I've made decisions with my head that didn't align with my heart.
I've stayed in relationships far too long.
I've chosen jobs and careers when they were not what I wanted to do.
I've gone along with plans, and gone down paths, even when deep in my heart, I knew it was wrong for me.
And as I got further and further away from who I really am, I got bitter, cynical and I drank to drown out that uneasiness that had become both a comfort blanket and a burden that weighed me down.
If this sounds all a bit "out there" and "bringing out my inner hippy", then be assured that self reflection doesn't sit well with me either, I've always thought it to be self absorbed, and "nonsense" ( I feel Sober Mummy nodding her head, you know what I mean don't you?)
But if this sober journey is teaching me anything, it is that my head and my heart need to be in total agreement and harmony, in order to fully protect my liver.....
Maybe that's why Christmas is such a trigger for all of us. Christmas reminds us of another time when both head and heart were in true harmony. A time when magic and love came easily, when peace on earth seemed possible, before we complicated it all.....
It sounds so glib and flippant, doesn't it? Just follow your heart......
I'm not even sure I know how to do that, but I beginning to think it might be the key.
WBxx
This dropped into my timeline yesterday. I have no idea who to attribute this quote, but whoever it is, is a very wise person.
After reading Sober Mummy's post yesterday (read it here), I was struck that so many of our struggles are not just Drinking v Not Drinking.
And as I have had my "triggers" pushed lately too, I am reminded that addiction is just a symptom.
So many times during my life, I've made decisions with my head that didn't align with my heart.
I've stayed in relationships far too long.
I've chosen jobs and careers when they were not what I wanted to do.
I've gone along with plans, and gone down paths, even when deep in my heart, I knew it was wrong for me.
And as I got further and further away from who I really am, I got bitter, cynical and I drank to drown out that uneasiness that had become both a comfort blanket and a burden that weighed me down.
If this sounds all a bit "out there" and "bringing out my inner hippy", then be assured that self reflection doesn't sit well with me either, I've always thought it to be self absorbed, and "nonsense" ( I feel Sober Mummy nodding her head, you know what I mean don't you?)
But if this sober journey is teaching me anything, it is that my head and my heart need to be in total agreement and harmony, in order to fully protect my liver.....
Maybe that's why Christmas is such a trigger for all of us. Christmas reminds us of another time when both head and heart were in true harmony. A time when magic and love came easily, when peace on earth seemed possible, before we complicated it all.....
It sounds so glib and flippant, doesn't it? Just follow your heart......
I'm not even sure I know how to do that, but I beginning to think it might be the key.
WBxx
Monday, 7 December 2015
Holiday Wobbles.
There's something about Christmas.
I've spent a couple on my own, and wallowed in wine. My own stupid fault, there were lots of things I could have done, instead of be on my own, but I chose to feel sorry for myself and hug my bottle closer.
Now, Christmas isn't a big deal in our household, we have no small children, grandchildren will be in the Yukon, my family is back in the UK....BUT, my step daughter will be home. She will have her mum and family to visit, and she's only here for two weeks, but we'll take what we can get, and it'll be fun.
Last time I saw her, I was drinking quite heavily. A lot has changed in her life, and in ours. All positive. So despite not really being concerned about decorations or a tree (Except my Fairy Ring aka The Gazebo!), I am starting to feel Christmassy.
Christmas could be a trigger. I've read that on a few blogs lately.
I wanted to help. And I've had lots of positive feedback about my video Blog, so I've put together my "Fifteen Booze Free Days of Christmas"....a bit of a play on the Twelve Days (but no gold rings!).
If you think it will help, you can sign up to get a daily video, and email to your inbox for 15 days from 20th December. Nothing too heavy, just a few minutes of support, a few minutes in the day to be mindful, something to help you look out for yourself...
We (women - sorry Guys, I know you put up lights, and put up with us) seem to somehow become the Keeper of Christmas Happiness - I've been in the situation where pressure seems to be coming from all sides - and there is often an EXPECTATION that we will drink...
After all, it's Christmas right? One won't hurt...and you can start again in the New Year.."
Bullshit.
It will hurt.
You can find details here .....http://www.sobersassylife.com/the-fifteen-booze-free-days-of-christmas/
There is a small charge. I am feeling a bit wobbly about that. But the charge is less than the cost of a bottle of wine (and a lot less if you live anywhere else but Canada, due to our feeble dollar), and it's taken quite a lot of time to put together. And sometimes, a small commitment helps to keep you focused.
It doesn't matter if one person signs up or 1000, it will still be available. And if it doesn't appeal, that's OK too, I'll be hanging out here quite a lot anyway :)
WB xx
I've spent a couple on my own, and wallowed in wine. My own stupid fault, there were lots of things I could have done, instead of be on my own, but I chose to feel sorry for myself and hug my bottle closer.
Now, Christmas isn't a big deal in our household, we have no small children, grandchildren will be in the Yukon, my family is back in the UK....BUT, my step daughter will be home. She will have her mum and family to visit, and she's only here for two weeks, but we'll take what we can get, and it'll be fun.
Last time I saw her, I was drinking quite heavily. A lot has changed in her life, and in ours. All positive. So despite not really being concerned about decorations or a tree (Except my Fairy Ring aka The Gazebo!), I am starting to feel Christmassy.
Christmas could be a trigger. I've read that on a few blogs lately.
I wanted to help. And I've had lots of positive feedback about my video Blog, so I've put together my "Fifteen Booze Free Days of Christmas"....a bit of a play on the Twelve Days (but no gold rings!).
If you think it will help, you can sign up to get a daily video, and email to your inbox for 15 days from 20th December. Nothing too heavy, just a few minutes of support, a few minutes in the day to be mindful, something to help you look out for yourself...
We (women - sorry Guys, I know you put up lights, and put up with us) seem to somehow become the Keeper of Christmas Happiness - I've been in the situation where pressure seems to be coming from all sides - and there is often an EXPECTATION that we will drink...
After all, it's Christmas right? One won't hurt...and you can start again in the New Year.."
Bullshit.
It will hurt.
You can find details here .....http://www.sobersassylife.com/the-fifteen-booze-free-days-of-christmas/
There is a small charge. I am feeling a bit wobbly about that. But the charge is less than the cost of a bottle of wine (and a lot less if you live anywhere else but Canada, due to our feeble dollar), and it's taken quite a lot of time to put together. And sometimes, a small commitment helps to keep you focused.
It doesn't matter if one person signs up or 1000, it will still be available. And if it doesn't appeal, that's OK too, I'll be hanging out here quite a lot anyway :)
WB xx
Sunday, 15 November 2015
I Used to Love Nostalgia....Back in the Old Days....
Nostalgia - it's delicate, but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, "nostalgia" literally means "the pain from an old wound." It's a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn't a spaceship, it's a time machine. It goes backwards, and forwards... it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It's not called the wheel, it's called the carousel. It lets us travel the way a child travels - around and around, and back home again, to a place where we know we are loved.
Don Draper.....Mad Men.
Visualize yourself with friends on a sunny summer afternoon. Three of you enjoy a chilled glass of bubbly....you've got so much to chat about, your families, your careers, and you re-live all those memories from when you were are college together...you order another bottle...lets celebrate our friendship!
It's Christmas Day. All your family is around you! the kids have opened their presents, Hubby is carving the turkey, you all raise a glass of wine...Merry Christmas!
Ahhh, it's so beautiful, the sun sets over the vineyard, you bask in the warm Californian evening...a second honeymoon. You chink glasses, and drink to your love......So Romantic!
Nostalgia is a beautiful thing........like a benevolent "Ghost of Christmas Past"........How about a touch of "Harsh Reality?"
After your third class of bubbly your lips are loosened somewhat, and you reveal to one friend, that her best friend slept with her boyfriend at college. Unfortunately, her best friend happens to be the third friend sitting at the table...an argument ensues, you gulp down another glass, and break the heel of your shoe as you hurriedly depart.......
Christmas Day. You are hungover from the night before, the kids were fighting because they had to wait for you to get up before they could open presents, the turkey is overdone, and you're hammered and passed out before the Queen's speech. Hubby has to clear up the kitchen and is pissed off....Merry Christmas...
You drink a glass or three too many at the Winery, so any continuation of your romantic evening is out of the question....or was it? You can't even remember getting to bed......
Nostalgia. Big fat Liar........
Every time I see my cat licking its asshole I think about my ex wife. But that’s how nostalgia works, right? We only remember the best of the available memories.”
― Jarod Kintz,
Don Draper.....Mad Men.
Visualize yourself with friends on a sunny summer afternoon. Three of you enjoy a chilled glass of bubbly....you've got so much to chat about, your families, your careers, and you re-live all those memories from when you were are college together...you order another bottle...lets celebrate our friendship!
It's Christmas Day. All your family is around you! the kids have opened their presents, Hubby is carving the turkey, you all raise a glass of wine...Merry Christmas!
Ahhh, it's so beautiful, the sun sets over the vineyard, you bask in the warm Californian evening...a second honeymoon. You chink glasses, and drink to your love......So Romantic!
Nostalgia is a beautiful thing........like a benevolent "Ghost of Christmas Past"........How about a touch of "Harsh Reality?"
After your third class of bubbly your lips are loosened somewhat, and you reveal to one friend, that her best friend slept with her boyfriend at college. Unfortunately, her best friend happens to be the third friend sitting at the table...an argument ensues, you gulp down another glass, and break the heel of your shoe as you hurriedly depart.......
Christmas Day. You are hungover from the night before, the kids were fighting because they had to wait for you to get up before they could open presents, the turkey is overdone, and you're hammered and passed out before the Queen's speech. Hubby has to clear up the kitchen and is pissed off....Merry Christmas...
You drink a glass or three too many at the Winery, so any continuation of your romantic evening is out of the question....or was it? You can't even remember getting to bed......
Nostalgia. Big fat Liar........
Every time I see my cat licking its asshole I think about my ex wife. But that’s how nostalgia works, right? We only remember the best of the available memories.”
― Jarod Kintz,
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