In today’s post I would like to channel my Inner Jim. That’s my dad.
And I would also like to talk about alcoholism.
So, YAY, this post is going to be INTENSE!
Why, you ask?
1. My dad is kinda intense. He likes to grip you by the elbow, in that way that makes the entire side of your body go kinda limp and numb, and he looks you in the eye and says things like, “How are you, REALLY?” and if you lie at all you feel like God might smite you, because God and Jim are *crosses fingers* like THIS.
2. Alcoholism. Nobody attempts that subject without a bit of intensity. I mean, we don’t just say things like, “Hmmmm, I think I might be coming down with a bit of alcoholism today. But, it’s just a tickle at the back of my throat. I’ll just get some rest and I’ll be fine!”
3. I’m in a really weird mood so there’s that.
I am also linking up with my favorite end of the week people: Five Minute Friday! and today’s theme??
Ok, here’s what I know:
- My dad would tell me (as would all the other addicts in recovery) that I am not a special snowflake. I’m no different than anyone else. I have no special backstory that makes my sad issues any more special or sad.
- This kinda is a bummer because ever since I was knee-high to a very special grasshopper I KNEW I WAS SO VERY DIFFERENT FROM EVERYONE. This explains so much.
- And, I am. But also, I’m not. So you know, not confusing at all.
- This does not have to be figured out. Really, the only answer to all this is understanding who Jesus is and trucking with him.
- Different is good. It means I can wear socks that don’t match and I tend to always (nearly always) break into dance whenever I visit my kids’ school and they stop me at the door with the camera thing. Because the office administrators really need to see me doing the Running Man.
- Different, in terms of alcoholism? Not good. I am not different. My addiction and recovery trucks along fine with the men and women, young, old, black, white, green, pink, tall, short, big, small, cat lover, cat hater, educated, street smart, rich, poor, faith-filled, faith-poor, lost, found, tattooed, pierced, pristine, married, single, somewhere in between, person who walks in the doors with the coffee pot on the door.
- Everyone should be so lucky as to have an Inner Jim. Just FYI.
I am reminded of this every time I attend a meeting, and I remember the words of one of my favorite old-timers there, “Mo.” He would say, “I’m no better than anyone else. And I’m no worse.”
He was right. And here is the thing – doesn’t this also apply to our faith? Doesn’t it also sound a little bit like how Jesus wants us to live?
I mean, we are all in recovery from something. Or we should be. Right?
hi dana:) i’m your next door neighbor at FMF today. loved your post! especially the line, i’m no better than anyone else and no worse! i love it. it’s easy for me to think that b/c i failed, i’m the worse sinner than the rest b/c i failed. thanks for your post today:)
Hi. I’m also visiting from FMF today. I enjoyed reading your unique voice. Thanks so much.
Love your transparency! Yes, we are all the same in terms of human nature. I have my addictions just like everyine else. Some you can see, some you can’t. Who is perfect, but Christ! And he knows our differences and similarities. (i went through a stressful time last year at this time for about 3 mos where I wore unmatched socks all the time just cause I could).
Oh man. Just listened (a few times) to the recording you did with Chrystal Evans Hurst. Completely blessed me on so many levels. Thank you. It is a daily struggle and I am almost 10 years sober. Thank you.
YOU ROCK IT!!!! 🙂 Daily struggle but also daily awesomeness, right?