“Fun becomes fun,love becomes love,life becomes worth living.And we become grateful.”
“There is a new energy,a new feeling coming into our life. We cannot base our expectations about how we will feel tomorrow,or even a few hours from now,on how we feel at this moment.
There are no two moments in time alike. We are recovering .We are changing.Our life is changing. At times,things haven’t worked out the way we wanted.We had lessons to learn. The future shall not be like the past.
The truly difficult times are almost over.The confusion,the most challengibg learnibg experiences,the difficult feelings are about to pass.
Do not limit the future by the past!
Reflect on the beginning of your recovery.Reflect on one year ago.Haven’t you and your circumstances changed since then?
Sometimes ,problems and feelings linger for a while. These times are temporary. Times of confusion,uncertainty,times of living with a particular undolved problem do not last forever.
We make these times doubly hard by comparing them to our past.Each situation and circumstance has had its particular influence in shaping who we are. We do not have to scare ourselves by comparing out present and future to a painful past,especially our past before we began recovering or before we learned through a particular experience. Know that the discomfort will not be permanent.Do not try to figure out how you shall feel or when you shall feel differenly. Instead ,trust.Accept today,but do not be limited by it.
A new energy is coming. A new feeling is on its way. We cannot predict how it will be by looking at how it was or how it us,because it shall be entirely different.We have not worked and struggled in vain. It has been for and toward something.
Times are changing for the better.
Continue on the path of trust and obedience.Be open to the new.
Today,help me not judge or limit my future by my past. Help me be open to all the exciting possibilities for change,both within and around me.”
-“The language of letting go”
A reaction poem
A scent lingers
Baked yeast cakes
My mother used to bake
And the past pushes its way
To my present state of mind
Cakeless i sit
Listening to birds calling
Eachother to the now.