ODAT

I was pondering the idea of One Day At A Time during my Quiet Time this morning.  I am on - for the time being anyway - the sunnier side of the dark time that bedeviled me for a good five or six months.  This morning I was sitting there, relaxed, content, grateful that the heavy pall of anxiety has drifted away.  I enjoyed the lightness of being, the freedom, the optimism.

It is much easier staying in the minute when I'm feeling fine.  I believe that staying in the minute is a great idea no matter what kind of mood I'm in but it's a lot easier when I'm in a good one.  It's probably better for me to learn how to be with myself, quietly, when things look dark.  Nonetheless, it's more unpleasant.  I hang on to shit.  When I'm in a good place I want it to last - when I'm in a bad one I want them to change.  And I don't get either of these with enough regularity to suit myself.

An alcoholic is someone who changes his goals to accommodate his behavior.

Living in reality 24 hours at a time is the most bad-ass act we will ever accomplish.