I recorded podcast #12 this morning. My husband got up at 5 a.m. this morning. To stand in line to see an art exhibition. He’s still not home yet (3:15 pm). His unusual behaviour got me thinking about the passions we discover once we’re sober.
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“You’ve drowned all those passions with booze for so long that they’re afraid to stick their head up, they’re like tiny little baby flowers …”
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Sharon (93): “I love, love, love theses podcasts, it’s like having you at my kitchen table.”
Donna (7): “I listened to all of your podcasts twice over the weekend. They helped me get through some tight spots, so thank you. They also must have sunk in because yesterday I reached out to one of my best friends who has 25 years of sobriety and asked for her help (anytime over the next 93 days if I feel like drinking I will text her. If she thinks it’s a good idea I get to have a drink.) it seems so obvious that I should have done this with my earlier attempts. But something is different this time. I have raised my barriers to failure. I now feel accountable to myself, you, and to my friend to not drink. My toolbox is growing and I feel like this time I am actually using it. Hoo fucking ray.”
This is so poignant after my weekend just gone. We rediscovered so many simple pleasures now that I am not running away from myself anymore I am finding out what else I love to do. Or just like, like is good….
I hope he had a fabulous time. 🙂
Husband finally came home, 12.5 hrs later (5:30 pm local time). The wait to get into the art event was 8 hrs. When he left, he figured the line up is now 12 hours long …
Wow! I don’t think I am THAT passionate about anything.