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.