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In God's Hands

I've posted another update at The Second Road. In all the crazy, I've gotten behind in my obligations to post over there, so I'm catching up. I plan to be back to my regularly scheduled blogging next week.

Thank you all.

Thanks to everyone who has sent me kind messages after this weekend's mess.

You can read an update at The Second Road.

Sunday Night Chat Session

I'll be the guest of honor at this Sunday night's salon chat at the Second Road. If you haven't set up your account over there yet, you'll need one to be able to join the session if you're interested in talking to me.

Go to The Second Road, and after you set up your account, you can click on the "Chat" tab. The session will take place at 8:30 EST.

Break Ups at The Second Road

Breaking up is hard. It’s hard in any circumstances, and I’m remembering some of the interesting mental acrobatics that I’ve engaged in previously in breakups as they come back up again. For instance, I am already plotting conversations I can have with my husband in November. I’ve prepaid our veterinary expenses for the year, for instance, so I am planning to be able to talk to him in a few weeks to tell him we need to talk his dog to the vet.

You can read more at The Second Road.

If you can't accept it or enjoy it, stop doing it.

I just finished Eckhart Tolle's A New Earth last night. I've been reading it for a while, kind of in between other things I've been reading, and through the peaks and valleys, I've found a lot of things that helped me re-think my choices and re-view my life. In many ways, it felt like reading familiar material put into new words...and not in a bad way.

You can find the rest at The Second Road.

"I" Statements vs. "You" Statements and the Continuing Drama of the Blog Comments.

In our most recent Group Conscience meeting for my Nar-Anon, we discussed a need to clarify our stance on feedback and crosstalk in our meetings. While it’s rare that these events occur, there are some folks who have felt criticized or felt like other group members offer advice that is unhelpful and unwanted. We have been noodling through some ways to clarify the wording, and I volunteered to take our Opening Statement and add a few sentences that clarify what we mean by “We do not give advice, dialogue, debate, or crosstalk” in our meetings.

Read more at The Second Road.

Really. Read this one. Especially if you feel inclined to tell me what I should do with my life or how I should think or feel about my marriage. It will help us to communicate better.

I Don't Know.

I don’t know what I want. I’m struggling to figure it out.

I want to be happy. I’m not sure if happiness and peace can come together. It kind of seems like happiness might only be available in a bundle with misery.

See more at The Second Road.

"You Have a Thigh..."

"You have a thigh, but you are not your thigh," our yoga teacher explained. She was coaxing us deeper into our Warrior stances. My thigh was talking to me. It was telling me not to push further. I told it to be quiet...that it was going to get stronger if I kept pushing. I have a thigh, but I am not my thigh.

You can see the rest at The Second Road.

What Makes Me Happy.

I'm trying to remember the things that make me happy, as I'm having a hard time being happy lately. I thought I'd put together a list, and then I'd be able to reference it.

You can see more at The Second Road.

I Can't Afford You.

My husband may be too expensive for me.

We have had an ongoing battle of the air conditioning for well over a year now. I push it up, and he pushes it down. Last night, he came out of the bedroom, seemingly wounded, and told me that he’d REALLY appreciate it if I’d leave the air conditioning set on a reasonable temperature instead of changing it like I always do. I reminded him that our air conditioning bill had been $120 last month, and I can’t afford a $120 air conditioning bill. He said he’d be glad to turn it up during the day, as long as he got his “fair share” of having it turned down at night.

The rest of the story is at The Second Road.

Breath of Fresh Air.

I got home from work tonight, and I made myself a sandwich. I sat in the kitchen floor, and I ate it. He was in the living room, and I didn’t want to be around him. It seemed ok to sit in the kitchen floor and eat my sandwich.

He came into the kitchen and asked me what I was doing. I found myself telling him the truth, and it was surprising to me how easily it came, and how well it was received.

You can read the rest at The Second Road.

The Junky's Wife In Syndication.

I've just joined the Second Road community, and I hope some of you, my readers and online buddies, will head over there as well. You can see my Second Road Blog here, and I haven't even disabled comments yet.

I'd visited The Second Road a few times before, but I've only recently begun exploring it in more depth. The site is truly interactive, and it's one of those onion-like websites with layers and layers that can eat up several hours of your time. I'm enjoying my time over there.

If you've never been to The Second Road, head over there and check them out. It's a great site that promises to get even better as more people sign up and help to build the community. Their mission is to develop an online community with recovery resources from every school of thought that will be available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. They've got some pretty interesting people already involved, and I was honored to have been tapped to join their team. They have a few notable names in the recovery world already writing for them, including William Moyers (Yep, the son of Bill Moyers).

So go on, check them out. You know you want to.