Weekend. Sweet Weekend.
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I started reading a new book about addiction and recovery. Broken, by William Moyers. Sometimes I get depressed, being reminded of my active alcoholism, but I do like to read others' stories of the struggle it took to get sober. In fact, I like it so much that I think I'm going to start writing out my own story and struggling with it. This is so very much Carrie's fault, much like my new foray into Facebook, which I very much blame her for. (*wink,wink* I love you, Carrie!)
I spoke at the club last August. That's a super huge deal - being asked to speak at a Saturday night meeting, especially this early in sobriety. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not all that in recovery. It was JazzFest here in Sioux Falls that weekend, and they couldn't find anyone else. Seriously. But I figured it was as good a start as any. I'd rather speak at a relatively small-ish meeting and be bad my first time than really mess up at a winter meeting when there's nothing else to do on the snowpacked plains and the club is packed to the rafters. (*shivers* just thinking about it) I'm a very good speaker. I know this to be true and I don't play around denying it. I figure different people have been given different talents. One of mine is speaking. My sponsor? She HATES it and she sucks at it and she knows it. So with that said, I agonized over this speaking engagement, wrote out story after story of my drinking and recovery and was not happy with a dang one of them. I finally left it up to God to speak for me and wouldn't you know, I got a standing ovation. That was amazing.
But there's something about the written word that speaks to me. I'm not the world's best writer and I want to be better. So there. I'm giving it a try. And you're invited to come along for the ride! My stupid weight loss blog (of which I lost nothing) will now be the place where I post and re-post and write and edit and edit more of my story. Feel free to drop by with suggestions. I need all the help I can get.
I spoke at the club last August. That's a super huge deal - being asked to speak at a Saturday night meeting, especially this early in sobriety. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not all that in recovery. It was JazzFest here in Sioux Falls that weekend, and they couldn't find anyone else. Seriously. But I figured it was as good a start as any. I'd rather speak at a relatively small-ish meeting and be bad my first time than really mess up at a winter meeting when there's nothing else to do on the snowpacked plains and the club is packed to the rafters. (*shivers* just thinking about it) I'm a very good speaker. I know this to be true and I don't play around denying it. I figure different people have been given different talents. One of mine is speaking. My sponsor? She HATES it and she sucks at it and she knows it. So with that said, I agonized over this speaking engagement, wrote out story after story of my drinking and recovery and was not happy with a dang one of them. I finally left it up to God to speak for me and wouldn't you know, I got a standing ovation. That was amazing.
But there's something about the written word that speaks to me. I'm not the world's best writer and I want to be better. So there. I'm giving it a try. And you're invited to come along for the ride! My stupid weight loss blog (of which I lost nothing) will now be the place where I post and re-post and write and edit and edit more of my story. Feel free to drop by with suggestions. I need all the help I can get.
6 comments:
I think you should open with a jazz sax solo. Some smoove jazz.
That's so brave! Speaking in front of crowds scares me more than the thought of a shark attack.
I vote for a sax solo, too.
I think that endeavor is incredibly brave. Kudos to you. I'm headed over there now!
I'm sure your writing will inspire people! I'm heading over now to check it out
Do your thing!
i am terrible at public speaking. absolutely terrible. i really admire people who can do it well. so? you're awesome. i think it's doubly brave to speak about something so deeply personal. go you!!
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