I have a lot to do this weekend and my mind is just yakking at me nonstop. This is one of those times that I think, “Where is the recovery; am I making any progress?” But maybe the progress is that I have been talking back and saying, “Dear mind, Shush!” Some days I have to talk to myself like I would talk to a baby: “It’s OK; it’s all OK; everything’s gonna be OK.” (cue Bob Marley in the background)
I have never liked that old-time AA idea that our minds are our enemy or that my mind is out to get me. But there are times that I have to remind my mind that I am not 9 years old, and that my sweet head can take a rest from trying to protect me from EVERYTHING. “Remember”, I say showing myself my driver’s license, “I’m all grown up now and I will notice trouble without you constantly alerting me to every possible danger”.