Two months was harder than two years for me. Take one day at a time. It gets easier if you focus on healing not just controlling behaviors.

Having to concentrate on physical movement (like memorizing dance steps or making sure I don’t die) is like a little brain break. So many happy chemicals

You did not ask for advice, but I’m 17 years sober so take what you like. Make a list of ways to move that sound fun. Try one a week until you find something you like doing. I don’t like “exercise” but I LOVE capoeira & roller skating. I’m bad at both & don’t care.

I swear recovery skills are the only reason I haven’t completely lost my shit

Inhale the #wisdom to know what’s yours to do today and what is not.

Hold it in your heart.

Exhale love to a world desperately in need of it.

Leave it with them.

Let’s get to work.

#serenityprayer #ODAAT #recovery

Inhale the #strength to do what is yours to day today.

Hold it in your heart.

Exhale your fear, anxiety and how much you hate those fuckers.

Leave that shit there.

This is a dystopian hellscape

I was at a skate practice recently — were looking for a song to do a drill to and a Gen Z aged person said “I’m a big Chumbuwumba (sp?) fan” and my Gen X self nearly spit water through my nose

Congratulations!

That’s real. At 2 years, I expected to be “farther along” with healing than I was. I shared about it in a mtg and a bunch of old timers chuckled. Feelings remain pesky at 17+ years but the more I practice sitting with them, the less panicky I get. Ride the wave.

Congratulations! Im on the countdown to 18 years and finding those touch points (tattoos & annoying sayings) are keeping me grounded. My brain always gets wonky around anniversaries. May yours be blessed.

Not a fan of most CCM, but it was rly meaningful to me at a different life/faith stage. One of my complaints as I matured was how “me centered” a lot of it is. But also I needed that while healing and I see how meaningful it is for the women in our prison church (also healing)—prolly from being 12.

Amen

I hope so, too. Tho I hope more that ppl make it out of the concentration camps and back from the random countries we shipped them to.

We didn’t learn from the slave trade, trail of tears, internment camps, or other White supremacist shit, so some permanent reminders to “stumble” on might help.

In seminary I went to Germany for an “Adv research in Church History” class (or some shit like that) & studied the role of Luther’s writings in the Holocaust (Im Lutheran—they were vry,vry bad).

I was trying to take pictures of all of the stumbling stones we saw, but there were WAY TOO MANY 😭😭😭

It was a lot of fun to watch women in prison see themselves in this matriarch of our faith and help them deconstruct some of their pre-conceived ideas about righteousness. I’m excited to walk with more people through it with more people tomorrow. You can still sign up — I hope to see you there.