Firstly, if you've read an earlier post, you'll see I've been in the pub at lunch (three times now) - granted, no booze passed these lips; but this, apparently, is a very dangerous thing to do in 'early' recovery. When I told Pepsi, I got chastised with both barrels (what sort of bizarre metaphor is that?!) - she rightly pointed out that, although I think it's perfectly ok, and not a problem for me, I'm actually deluding myself. All this will serve to do is reinforce old habits, insidiously planting old thoughts and compulsions in my bread-basket; until eventually I'll drink. As ever, I reckon Pepsi is on the money, so no pubs for me!
Run at it! Shouting! |
For example, I want a tattoo (in fact, I want a whole sleeve!) - I'm justifying this as I can use this tattoo as a permanent reminder of my one-day-at-a-time mantra, but I want something that also says who I am (although, I hardly know even that right now). Again, I am told this is a mistake. But even though I probably know that this is good advice, I'm inclined to just go and damn-well do it anyway!
So, although I've not (yet) done this and other reckless things, the desire is there and it's gonna be one helluva battle if I'm going to contain these urges! In all fairness, composure has never been my strong suit at all...
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