Just Write {172}

January 27, 2015

From her car seat behind me, she said, “I want to go see Great Grandma tomorrow, I like it there.” And I told her that was such a good idea. I said we would have to go sometime soon, but tomorrow she would be having fun at Daddy’s house. She said YAY, and then added a bit of a sad awww, “But I really wanted to go to Great Grandma’s place, too…”

I know, honey. I hear you. Let’s make a plan to do it soon. You just can’t be two places at once. It’s a good problem to have, EJ…so many people love you, it’s hard to fit it all in…

Then she said it best,

I wish there were two tomorrows. 

Isn’t that a sucker punch to the gut in the best possible way? I mean, kids, they know just how to say so simply what we adults have been trying to articulate for years, decades. I want to get all the responsible things done in one day, and I want to see all the people I love, and I want to hide under the covers with books and movies. The responsibilities and schedules keep us living mostly groundhog work and life days, with splashes of visits to Grandma.

I wish there were two tomorrows. 

Elsie Jane, me too. We might always want that. But let’s do this. Let’s make the best todays so when we look back, it will seem like we lived more than one yesterday, in the best way.

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Just Write {171}

January 20, 2015

On the Eve of five years of sobriety, I found myself considering making sugar cookies. They weren’t for me, which made me even more afraid to make them. I’ve never made sugar cookies from scratch. True story. I assumed it was way harder than it actually is, that’s what I did. For almost 40 years, I had not made sugar cookies for fear of a lengthy process with terrible results. Or something.

I suppose it worked like that when I drank for all those years too. Stopping was foreign and daunting and fear took over so many times. I didn’t think I could do it. I didn’t want to do it. But something took over, just like with the damn cookies. I simply threw my arms in the air and started getting out all the things I needed. Sometimes a little blindly, always with a recipe. Thank God.

Stay in the day. Be here now. Surrender, trust, let go. There are ways of doing this. Keep working those ways. Then do it again tomorrow. One day at a time…

I am a slow motion dichotomy of living sobriety and also not.  I have continued, on the most human of days, to grasp for other hole-fillers. To demand for life to be more comfortable.

Sobriety isn’t all about alcohol.

We do better, we faithful people in recovery, sometimes. We live serenity, hope and love, and then we don’t. Each day has some of both. We still hurt people, and we still get hurt and then we feel swallowed. The difference at these times is that we are not making it even worse, by drinking. And most of us are slowly learning that to feel swallowed is not the answer either. We are learning to keep going, while choosing how to look at things. A blessing or a curse?

Oh yeah, there is not a thing that is not a blessing, or about to become one. 

Five years later, I still have this astounding ability to forget the times that I have done the right things, loved well, kept going. I’m working on that now. There will always be something to work on, and that’s okay.

So I made sugar cookies even though I was pretty certain I was going to screw them up. I made them for a friend. He has loved sugar cookies for almost 87 years. I gave him the first one with some butterflies in my stomach, because that’s how much fear I have, I guess.

They’re just cookies.

There’s a mirror above the kitchen sink at my friend’s house. For so long I’ve avoided mirrors. It’s so cliche, but I have. It wasn’t the wrinkles and dark circles that I didn’t want to see, as much as the look in my eyes. But today I handed my friend a cookie at his spot at the end of the table, gave him coffee, hoped he wouldn’t be too disappointed. I did the dishes from the cookie-making–the baking sheets, the bowls, the beaters…–and looked myself dead in the eyes in that mirror. I thought about five years of recovery, and how it used to be, to always drink in kitchens, and everywhere.

Maybe recovery has just begun, I don’t know. I know that I don’t crave alcohol. I know where we stand.  I know that I am doing a lot of things I never imagined that I could, and I am becoming someone who can look in the mirror, slowly. I am closer to being Heather, and I think we’re all trying to do that here–becoming more fully ourselves and loving it. So I looked at me, and tried to keep looking, and while I did, my friend, he asked for a second cookie.

I said, Really? They turned out okay? 

OH yes, he said. And I stopped looking myself in the eye. I mean really, that was enough mirror-looking practice and enough focus on me for one day. I shifted my eyes to my friend behind me–to his reflection in the mirror–and there he was, hunched forward, pressing his finger to the crumbs on the table and waiting for more.

NotaThing

 

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Just Write {170}

January 13, 2015

I moved my office to The Building, instead of home.  I finally realized this made the most sense. We have the Cre8tive Escape for freelancers, artists and other creatives and we were all full-up, which is good. But someone could no longer rent, which made an office/studio available. There is less of a risk of distraction if I plant myself here every day that I can, to work. I still freelance, aside from a couple other jobs. When I am not working those couple of other jobs, I really need to be writing. I need to be writing. My small desk sits in front of a window that faces the back of the post office, a gas station, a liquor store, main street. I am looking at the tops of buildings, since our building sits a little higher. I always feel the history of this place, rumbling underneath all the new, like the [...]

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Just Write {169}

January 6, 2015

We played music while removing the wallpaper in Elsie’s room. Another day, Nanny and Bapa came and helped us paint the walls purple. That little girl is in purple heaven. We played music while cooking and doing dishes. I looked over at her in the midst of all the doing, and she was dancing. I took her hands and spun her around. We got the giggles. I dipped her, I twirled her. We shook our booties. The weather took a turn for the even more cold, and we rush from one inside to another. Boots, hats, mittens, coats…it’s all so time-consuming and still needed, for the few seconds it takes to run to the car or the house and all the places. It is tempting to stay put, hide, cover ourselves and wait. But we need to keep going, we need to dance. Lately, if I’m being as open as I can be [...]

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