One week to pull my head together, lick my wounds
and get back to work.
I've missed a KM class, range time, workouts and let
my emotional walls take a beating.
I have a week to repair the damage and reinforce my defenses.
I can do this.
As much as I want to get stinking drunk and drown the pain,
I need this more.
Back to work.
1 comment:
Here is something I noticed. My parents liked to have a good time, as much as the next guy. However, when things were not going well, my Dad would cut down to zero or close to zero alcohol intake. When things were good, he could drink with the best of them. Being a wildcatter, my Dad went from poor to well off, to poor again, several times over. The drinking pattern always followed the success/failure pattern.
It took me until my 40's to not only take notice of this behavior, but to understand it's meaning and purpose.
My point? Drinking is something you should do to celebrate life, with friends or loved ones. If you use it as a crutch because of hard times, you won't deal with what you need to deal with to make the hard times go away! It's kind or like obummers stimulus package. It fixed nothing, only prolonged any real recovery.
Lecture done, friend. Please take this as positive reinforcement to what you already know.
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