Towards or Away From?

For me, the decision to change my life and get sober was one made out of necessity; I knew I was going nowhere fast and I had to either make a drastic change or risk dying young after I’d shaped a legacy I couldn’t respect. I was honestly moving away from mediocrity more strongly than I was towards a new life. I was tired of the guilt and shame, perpetually underachieving and being the ultimate “If only he would” guy.

I was also scared to go backwards, because I had a strong feeling that I knew what was waiting for me if I did. In those earlier days that fear was at times all that kept me sober - if it comes down to it, I’ll gladly stay sober only out of fear today if that is all that stands between me and the next drink or drug. I’ll take it if that’s all I’ve got because it beats the heck out of the alternative.

On my best days I have transformed into a man who is moving towards the life of my dreams rather than running away from my living nightmare. I am drawn by hope and the promise of a life worth living rather than being repelled by remorse and the realization that if I go “back out” I may not live long enough to make it “back in.” I am convinced that I stand a 99% chance of not surviving a relapse if it ever happens, and today (thankfully every day so far) I can’t reconcile with that thought.

I have changed my way of viewing things in sobriety and the most noteworthy evidence of that is a shift in the way I view sobriety itself. It’s not about what I’m not doing any longer; sobriety is about who I am NOW. It’s where I’m going rather that where I’ve been, although my best shot at making this life keep working includes never forgetting where and why it changed.

The sober mind of an addict is hard at work trying to convince us that the bad times weren’t so bad and that the fun times made it all worth it. Wouldn’t it all be worth it again? Perhaps it would, if only I hadn’t realized that the fun was temporary and not genuine; I was looking at an illusion through the lens of a bender. I felt good only because of the chemicals in my body, and today I choose to feel happy because of something more lasting.

Fear is a powerful motivator and can often drive positive change. I consider fear to be a negative emotion and as such it isn’t really something that I choose to acknowledge often in my life these days. I certainly do have things that I fear but I don’t dwell in that space. I prefer to be motivated by the fulfillment I seek as opposed to being driven by fear I seek to escape.

Is fear motivating you into moving away from something today? I don’t think that is necessarily a bad thing, although I believe that it ceases to be positive if that becomes your normal. I would encourage anything to find something good to move towards as a replacement. For me it means a happier and better life, and that may become your reality as well. Give it a chance, because it will make a difference.

Staying Right-Sized

One concept of recovery that doesn’t seem to have as much emphasis or discussion is the idea of “staying right-sized.” What exactly does it mean and how does a person go about it? Why isn’t it spoken about as frequently as “first things first” or “one day at a time?” This saying has been on my heart and mind lately, which to me is an indication that I need to take steps to process through it and begin to apply it.

Staying right-sized to me refers to the idea of not allowing yourself or your role to become too big or too small in your own mind. After all, it is our mind that can effectively ensnare us or cause us to take the first steps towards freedom. Our mindset is key on many levels, addict or not. Each of us is a powerful, capable and dynamic force. None of us can control another person’s thoughts, feelings or emotions. We exist in the median between the mundane and the spectacular, neither as insignificant nor as vital as we sometimes begin to feel. The false ego of the addict touches both ends of that spectrum as we project our greatness while grappling with crippling insecurities.

While it may come to pass for a moment in anyone’s life that we hold space on one extreme or the other, the most likely scenario involves our being big enough to matter, yet small enough to stay connected to reality. The fact is that our lives are but a blinking of a whisper of a trail of dust when compared with the grandiose size of all that is, was and will ever be. Our lives have value, but the significance is lost entirely when we live only for ourselves. Our lives simply don’t stretch out enough for them to be worth living if our aim is self-aggrandizement.

We are valuable and our worth is most directly reflected in the lives of those whose suffering is abated by ours. If we cannot reconcile the past and use it to help others, then all the trauma was for naught. We addicts must face our wrongdoing, forgive ourselves and pivot around into usefulness on behalf of our fellows. If we can’t make good on all that our experiences (should have) taught us, then that struggle was for naught. Our time getting wasted was wasted time if all it gave us was a collection of regrets, and honestly our time as sober, productive humans is just as empty if we are only helping ourselves.

Our time on Earth is woefully short. We must make it mean something or we are no different from the grass, birds or plankton, and even those beings seem to somehow understand that a life well-lived is lived in service of others.