Letting go

January 23, 2019January 23, 2019Leave a comment

Ahhhhhhhh! I am out of the weird ass moon energy and back on top. Where I like to be. One might think that after two years of living in sync with the moon cycles, tuning into them and paying attention, I wouldn’t be so surprised or knocked on my ass by a big super moon eclipse. One would be wrong about that. Because whoa. I know I wasn’t alone in that. I heard it at my moon circle from other women. I saw people freaking out on social media. I felt it in my soul. Lost. Lonely. Off. How fortunate that I have so many practices to keep me “sane,” and so many friends to keep me grounded. When I remember to lean on those supports. I’m out of my bathtub now and living in the big world again. It feels great. When I wrote my Sunday blog, I said that my week had been uneventful. That wasn’t entirely true. Last week a 7 year relationship with a very dear friend switched gears. I would say we are finished being friends, but that is a bit extreme. Our roles in each other’s lives have changed dramatically and I’ll be way less involved with this person and vice versa. It sucked and made me sad during an already (overly) emotional time. After years of knowing this needed to happen, my heart and my head were finally in alignment at the same time. The moon??? After a long conversation with my friend, the letting go happened. Just like that. It needed to happen so my soul can grow in other directions. This doesn’t make it hurt less. I know that “when we let go of the things that no longer serve us, we create space in our lives for that which inspires us.” We create space for growth and joy and life. I know this. I teach this. Somehow, I’ve been forgetting to live this. For years…..That letting go left me feeling more lonely and more lost….but I sat with it. I sat with not feeling centered and not feeling OK. I sat with lonely and lost. I set an intention for the feelings of Calm Abiding to wash over me and hold me. Taking it back to basics and knowing that this is the soil I need to be rooted in so I can grow. I’m growing. On Monday afternoon I connected with a friend in Wilmington. We hadn’t seen each other in a year or more. She and I did yoga teacher training together. Anyone who knows that life knows it’s a true bonding experience. We had lunch and talked about our teacher training experience, among other things. Life things. I mentioned that I might want to write my own Yoga Alliance program and become “a school” to lead teacher trainings. As it happens, my friend has done that and IS able to lead teacher trainings. She said she wasn’t feeling quite ready to do it on her own. We briefly discussed the possibility of doing it together but made no plan. We finished lunch and headed out. On my hour long drive home, I let the thought roll around in my head. I pictured what it would look like and how it would feel to lead a teacher training with her. By the time I got home I KNEW. I knew it would be intense. I knew it would be a learning experience. I knew it would be fun. Guess who loves intense? Guess who loves to learn? Guess who loves fun? This girl does! All the details will be available soon as we are just starting to put our heads together. I can tell you that it’s coming in April. A 3 1/2 week immersion. Yoga for Inner Peace. It is in complete alignment with who I am and what I teach. Our special focus will be “Nurturing the Inner Self.” A beautiful co-creation. I am so excited! Once again, I am amazed at how quickly the Universe responds when I get out of my own way. I AM connected and divinely guided.

Dream World

January 20, 2019January 20, 20192 Comments

I published a post on Wednesday that touched a lot of people in a lot of ways. It became clear that I am not alone in feeling lonely. It became clear that perhaps I was throwing a little shade. It became clear that I was blaming others for my hurt feelings. It became clear that people have a desire to “fix” me when I am feeling less than joyful. All of these things are fine. I’m down to do the work I need to do around my hurt feelings and shade throwing. We all have a shadow side. It’s not a problem unless we deny it. I know some shit. I show up and write what’s in my heart and on my mind. Not what I think people need to know. I love that people read my words and FEEL. What they do with those feelings is completely out of my control. There is FREEDOM in that. I am not here to hurt feelings. Ever. I am not here to be fixed. This is my space. I appreciate everyone who takes time to read my words. What you do with that is NOT my business. I am thrilled some of you have therapists. I am NOT a therapist. My therapist has reminded me of that a time or two. Or three. 🤣 I wrote my last blog right before a therapy session. The one about loneliness. Something magical happened in that. I named it, claimed it and tamed it. I am sure we talked about those feelings. I don’t even remember now. And life went the fuck on. As it has a tendency to do. My week was uneventful, but here I am sharing my uneventful week anyway. Because it’s Sunday and it seems like the thing to do. I journaled more than a 13 year old girl this week. Most weeks really, if I’m honest. I’ve just switched up my journaling routine from morning to night. Holy Shit! It’s like another world. Night time journaling has opened up some portal into my dream world where a lot of serious action is taking place. This week (in my waking hours) I spent some time trying to decide if AA is still my path. I sit in those meetings some days and laugh at how weird it all is. Not that I am opposed to doing weird shit. I do plenty of it. The topic of quality vs quantity comes up from time to time in meetings. I live in an area where most of the population is retired. In the sober community, that means I am in meetings with people much older than me with a lot more sober time than me. And yet some of them are still so miserable. Miserable could be a stretch, but there are a lot of them who still haven’t figured out how to be happy, joyous and FREE. They have quantity, but are clearly lacking quality. I am not lacking in quality. After 5 years I am still not comfortable sitting in a meeting and sharing openly. It’s something I rarely do. Maybe if I got past that I would feel a shift in my attitude. I don’t know. There are lots of people I love in AA, but the meetings, not so much. And I wonder…….. AA was a great place for me to get sober. The 12 steps were a beautiful launch pad out into a much bigger spiritual world. But does it still belong in my life? My AA friends will say it absolutely does belong in my life, and perhaps I just need to switch my meetings up. This week as I was rolling that around in my head, NOT going to meetings and night time journaling about it my dreams came at me. Alcoholics have “drinking dreams.” I am not sure if people who don’t have a problem with alcohol have those or not, but I am guessing not. I dreamed that I sent my husband to the store to buy me a bottle of bourbon. He asked if a pint would do and of course, it would not. I would need at least a fifth. In real life a half gallon would have been called for, but anything can happen in the dream world. He then asked why I was still going to those meetings if I am still drinking. I wasn’t exactly sure why. I just knew it was what I do. He asked me if I planned to pick up a white chip. A white chip means surrendering and choosing to live a sober life. The start of the journey. Basically, a white chip would mean I had to start over at day one. I don’t do white chips. I was always one to bedazzle mine. Another story for another time. Dream me said a big Fuck NO to him about picking up a white chip because although I was drinking, I wasn’t getting drunk. In my mind, there was no reason to pick up a white chip. I can rationalize anything, Even in my dreams. Drinking dreams suck. I know this one came from all of my recent questioning. These questions aren’t really new to me. I have spent the better part of a year wondering if I I want to continue going to meetings. I don’t have to figure it out today and chances are, I’ll be drinking coffee with old men at least one day this week. Maybe that is the solution. The real movement and processing that’s happened in my dream world this week has been in the form of my little sister. Who doesn’t exist. But she exists in my dreams and I KNOW that she is me. Little me. All thanks to going back and taking another stab at inner child healing. And night time journaling. I tend to go hard at Inner child healing (like I go hard at everything I do) but when I touch on something painful, I stop. After seeing the group that’s working through this process in my studio, I decided to take another crack at it. I love watching the women in the group connect and grow. I can SEE how much this group is helping them heal. I also know that the group in the studio wasn’t the time or place for me. But, I definitely see the value in it and KNOW it’s something I want to keep at. I bought the book they are using and I enlisted a far away friend to work through the book with me. We connect weekly and discuss. I have my therapist to help me process what comes up and she has hers. (Although hers sucks and she needs a new one) I know it’s going to take us a little longer to get through the book, but it seems safe and comfortable to me and my inner child. She needs that. I won’t be blogging about those dreams, but they are powerful. Powerful and private. THAT is what it’s like to pay attention to my inner child. I’m learning to listen to her more and more. When I use that term inner child, I know there are tons of them, pieces of me that I haven’t connected to yet. But I’m getting closer every day. Yesterday I taught my 8 am class how to chant “fuuuuuuck.” It might have been my greatest teaching moment ever. Pretty sure that was my inner 15 year old Rebel girl. I know her well. 😂

Hiding from the world.

January 16, 2019January 22, 20195 Comments

We are well into Janauary and this is my first blog. I think I’m hiding from the world. In my bathtub. I have been avoiding the process of sitting down to write out of fear of sounding like a whiny baby. But whatever. I have been in a weird space since 2019 started. I know I won’t stay stuck in it, but I have also learned to honor my now and allow myself to be where I am. I’ll tell you where I am. Lonely. I am in a perpetual state of loneliness. Not sad. Not depressed. Just lonely. I’m surrounded by a tribe of amazing people in all of my communities from home and outward into the real world as well as the virtual world. It would seem lonely isn’t something I “should” ever feel. See those quotations around “should?” That’s because I do know should is a bullshit word and my feelings are valid. So there’s that. It seems the more connected I am, the more alone I feel. My brain knows that I am NOT alone. My heart is learning that not all of my relationships are real. I am a sensitive soul and lately my feelings are getting hurt left and right. I’m not exactly sure what that’s about, but I suspect it has a lot to do with actually paying attention to my feelings. That’s therapy working. As of late it’s becoming clear to me that some people want to be around me because they think I can do something for them. Add to their status or popularity. And it hurts my feelings. That seems childish as I read it, but I’m also someone who is learning to tune in and pay attention to my inner child. Again, valid. It’s not such a big deal when it comes from someone I don’t know that well, but when it comes from someone I love, it sucks. What hurts worse is when someone who IS my friend and I know loves me blindsides me with a passive aggressive comment about my happy life. I imagine that happens to everyone? Jealousy? Envy? Those words are hard to say and sound harsh, but I can’t find any other words that seem right. Yesterday I saw my favorite Woo Woo Witch Healer and she informed me that it hurts because it’s opening an old wound that hasn’t fully healed. The wound of being used? Or jealous people? I’ll have to dive into my journal on that one, but I have no doubt she’s right. I learned from trauma informed yoga training that “if it’s hysterical, it’s historical.” If something is triggering us today, it is coming from our past. It seems I will never run out of “work” to do on myself. Soul Detective work. I have put a lot of energy into building a loving and supportive community for myself. In the early days I called this Team Shannon. I still have my team. I have come full circle in that area and now I get to be on other people’s teams. Cheering them on and supporting them. I find that to be meaningful “work.” I love to see others succeed. Seems everyone doesn’t feel that same way. Lately the word “discernment” has been appearing in my life on repeat. This is the lesson I am getting hit with hard this January. Learning how to discern my circle. I have never been that person who needs everyone to like me. In fact, I have been the opposite. Quite content to push people away. That’s the exact reason I don’t have many friends from my childhood or even my life pre-sobriety. I never learned how to build healthy relationships. Sobriety has given me that gift. Sobriety and a spiritual path. I don’t need everyone’s love and friendship. I am not for everyone and everyone is not for me. I’m just trying to figure out who gets to sit at my table. I also know that when I am feeling lonely, it’s the time I most need to be alone. The Divine is present within me and I am NEVER alone. And there it is. There’s my aha moment right there. THAT is the connection I am seeking. Funny how putting my thoughts down in a blog can bring me clarity that a journal can’t always bring me to. Beautiful. And now I’ll just be over here, practicing discernment, connecting with a power greater than myself and finding my way.

Allow

December 30, 20181 Comment

In 2018 I chose the word “learn” as my one word mantra. This has been my year to learn on so many levels. With all of that learning came a lot of leveling up. This was my year of cacao, kirtan and dancing. Opening my heart more, connecting to something greater than myself and being FREE. This was my year of the inner child. Listening to her and helping her feel safe. This was my writing year. So. Much. Writing. A year of finding my voice. A work in progress, but I have made giant leaps. This has been a year of healing old wounds. An ongoing process I am sure. This is the year I learned that I am an artist simply because I allow the creator to create through me. I am always creating. This was my year of connection and community. I have a full understanding of how important community really is. This is the year I learned to truly get out of my own way and stop doubting myself all the time. My year of listening to my intuition which doesn’t seem to steer me wrong. This is the year I allowed myself to show up and be seen in my ALL of it. This has been a powerful year full of learning and lessons simply because I was paying attention. A year of soul growth. The year my faith grew by leaps and bounds. A beautiful year. A difficult year. This is the year of learning to love some people from afar. Boundaries. Something I am still learning about. Most of my big learning moments are right here on this blog and I can see the growth this year brought. Writing has connected me to some amazing people this year who have reached out to me as they began their own “journey to wholeness.” A testament to how powerful our stories are. People are seeking connection and community. I love to watch people grow. I suspect a lot of you love to witness my growth. People are mostly good I think. Sometimes I think my world isn’t actually reality because it’s so magical and full of so many loving and supportive people. Healers of all kinds and spiritual seekers. People who always strive to be the best version of themselves. But it IS my reality and I have worked hard to build that reality for myself. Also, I am deserving of all the blessings that flow my way. I’m not sure I believed that on this day last year, and it is still kind of hard to say out loud, but I believe it. What’s even more special is that I get to share so much with so many. That’s the true gift. My heart is overflowing with gratitude this morning. I will be carrying all the lessons, all the growth and all the gratitude with me into the new year. And I will build on that. New Years is my favorite! I thought long and hard about what my one word would be for 2019. Last week as I was making vision boards with a friend, it became crystal clear to me that my word is “Allow.” Not in a passive or weak way, but as a spiritual practice. There’s not a thing wrong with having a vision, but what I know is that when I ALLOW the creator to create through me, anything I want to manifest, create or experience will show up in my life as it is meant to. I allow things to happen without having to control and manipulate people and situations. When I can do this, the Universe always delivers something more amazing than I could have planned. 2019 is going to rock. 💥

Pure Joy!

December 23, 2018December 23, 20183 Comments

I am not here to write about trauma today. Yay! I am not here to talk about being sober even though that’s always an amazing topic. I am here today to share what feels like some serious healing. Three nights ago I dreamed I was getting ready to teach a writing workshop. I was in a giant building that was obviously NOT my studio. There were tons of people there. There was a little kitchen where I went and made myself a cup of coffee. In the kitchen there was a small child. A tiny toddler who was probably 18 months old. She was dancing and she was beautiful. I walked over to her and put my hands out to her. She took my hands in her tiny hands and let me dance with her. She was looking up at me with the biggest smile on her face. After a few minutes of dancing, I reached down and scooped her up in my arms. She snuggled into me. She loved me. She was beautiful. She had blonde curls and blue eyes. I loved this child even though I had no idea who she was. I carried her around for a while because I just didn’t want to put her down. She fell asleep in my arms. I couldn’t stop looking at her and I wasn’t about to put her down. By this point in the dream, half the people who were there for the workshop I was teaching had left and the other half were restless because I was so late getting to it. But I didn’t care. The only thing that was important to me was this child. I went into the room and taught the workshop as best I could without putting the toddler down. She slept in my arms the entire time. I’m sure the quality of the workshop suffered, but I didn’t care. I’ve learned that dreams have messages for me and while this one is super obvious, it took me a few hours after I woke up to understand that she was ME. It wasn’t until I told a friend about the dream that I understood. Saying it out loud helped me make the connection. It felt a lot like some serious healing and it brought tears to my eyes, which doesn’t happen for me often. She was me and I loved her so much. I could feel that love in my dream and when I woke up I still felt it. Powerful. My therapist refers to “the inner child” as that part of us that is untouched and unharmed by outside influences. The part of us that is pure joy. That’s exactly who this child was and exactly what I felt while I was holding her. Pure love. The exact same love that I feel when I am with my own children. I am certain it’s the dancing that’s bringing her out. We danced together in the dream. I *think* I am getting ready to go a bit deeper into that journey of healing my inner child, but I know that it’s all the play time that connects me to her. Get ready world because I am about to take a trip to Michael’s and get crafty! My child wants to create for some reason and I am going to let her! Should be interesting since I am the least “artistic” person I know. But, if you know me, you already know that I will put everything I have into it. I will be the craftiest person EVER! LOL Get ready to see some shitty art on the internet and tell me it’s beautiful anyway! 😊

The Work is Never Done

December 16, 2018December 16, 20182 Comments

When you are on a “journey to wholeness” the work is never done. (Here. Listen.) That doesn’t mean that I always want to do the work. Because, honestly, some days and weeks or months, I don’t want to. So I don’t. I am rolling into the third week of mentioning repressed memories that just came back to me and I still haven’t done anything about them. My therapist really wants me to write about them to help me process them and move on, but who wants to do that? Not me. Not lately. Plus, I’m a busy person with a life to live, a business to run and a family to take care of. She suggested to me that I am scared to sit down and do it. It would be great if I just used my time with her to do it, but I can’t. I freeze and nothing comes out. That leaves little to work with. And if I don’t do the work on my own, it doesn’t get done. But I’m busy, remember? Also, I really don’t want to. Yesterday, I received a text from a friend. Or, as I like to call it, a loud and clear message from the Universe.

How funny is that? I am surrounded by so many amazing people and I just need to remember that I am never alone in my struggle. None of us are. It sure feels like we are when we are going through some shit, but I have learned that if I open my mouth and speak up, I will find someone who says “Me too.” Always. I live in this world where it’s usually easy for people to open up and share their struggles with me because I am so open about mine. On the internet. If you know me in real life, “I’m fine.” I am always OK. It was only last night while I was journaling that I realized this. I always throw up the I’m fine wall. It’s probably not a secret to those who know me and my therapist will probably laugh that I am just figuring this out. I’m OK when I know I’m not but I don’t take the time to identify what I am feeling. I wrote myself a little “Notice That” with an asterisk in my journal. I guess that comes from a lifetime of numbing myself out. Whew. Always learning. The work is never done. But, now that I have this new information, I can work with it. One would think with ALL the meditation and yoga and “noticing that” I do in my life ALL DAY, EVERY DAY that I would be an expert by now. But, it seems, “notice that” is as far as I have ever gone. Not “identify that.” Identify that could be a game changer for me. I tell my therapist all the time that I may be slow, but I am oh so thorough! And really, what’s the hurry? As far as I can tell, this is a lifetime path. I can be healed and still healing. Someone once left a comment on my blog that I am a “Soul Detective” and that was my favorite thing ever. If it was you, you should tell me so I can hug you. 😊 I am still my favorite project but you should know that if you are on this path, and lean on me for guidance and support, chances are you are my other favorite “project.” I root for you and want to see you win. Complete strangers root for me and it’s the coolest thing ever. Sometimes those strangers become my friends. Have you ever talked to or hung out with someone you know nothing about but knows everything about you? I have and I do often and it’s weird as fuck. At the same time it’s completely liberating to have nothing to hide. Boom. This is me. And you’re still here. It’s our humanness that connects us all. Our “not having it all figured out.” Our “still learning and still growing.” Our struggle really is our strength and when we share that we open the door for powerful connections. And suddenly I am no longer afraid to sit with my deep dark shit and sort it out on paper. I know someone will come hold my hand or just sit with me if I need that. I also know that I know how to take care of ME and that I will feel so much better once it’s done. I’m not saying it will get done today, because I’m busy. Remember? 😂 But I’ll do it. And then I’ll burn that shit.

Living, Learning and Loving my life

December 9, 2018December 9, 20181 Comment

It’s funny how when I am going through a rough patch I am sure it’s going to last forever. I know in my head that it won’t last forever, but my heart and my body feel stuck and trapped. I was in that place last Sunday and by Monday morning, I was a completely different human. Fascinating how that happens. I give dancing all the credit. Last Sunday I wrote about repressed memories that have been resurfacing for me and all the ways I was going to let them go. And I did none of those things. No writing. No burning. But, I did do a lot of dancing and that made all the difference in the world. I got a tattoo in January that says “Learn.” Learn is my “mantra” word for 2018 and let me tell ya…….I have learned SOOOOOO MUCH. I joked when I got the tattoo that it was the short form of “what the fuck am I supposed to learn from this?” I think the lesson for me in 2017, is that there’s really nothing I can’t handle. Every time new pieces of my past have been revealed to me this year, I have came back to that tattoo and just thought Wow. I am really learning. I look at that tattoo and giggle. Not unlike that time I got “Calm” tattooed on my wrist and the Universe gave me Opportunities to practice being calm. Maybe my tattoos are like a vision board. On my skin. I saw my energy healing, shaman, witch/healer this week and she told me that I was a warrior in a past life. 7,000 years ago. She also told me that I have carried that energy over through lifetimes upon lifetimes. How cool is that? I left there feeling incredibly empowered. Now, Every time my husband asks me to do something I don’t want to do, I just remind him that I am tired from being a warrior for 7,000 years. That’s the greatest information ever! And it brings me right back to “There’s nothing I can’t handle.” And all that shit I wrote about last week doesn’t even seem like a big deal today. Today I want to write about some awesomeness. I made a vision board a few months ago. I’m bad about making vision boards and then sticking them in a closet. A vision board is supposed to be out where it can be seen. I made the vision board with a friend. It was more about introducing the concept to her than it was to actually creating my own vision. BUT, as I pulled that vision board out of the closet and inspected it, I see that almost everything on the board is coming into my life already. On this board I am playing more. I am connected to my inner child. She is hiking in the woods. She is dancing. On this board I am leading a retreat. A large retreat and I am positive I am leading people in dance at this retreat.

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Now, here’s the “super secret” that I haven’t publicly announced. Two of my Kirtan singing friends have asked me to co-lead a retreat with them in the spring of 2019. The retreat will be in June at the Art of Living Retreat Center in Boone, NC and I couldn’t be more excited. We will hike, we will sing, we will dance, and we will yoga! When I say I am connected and Divinely guided (and I say that a lot), I truly believe that. I am in this flow of attracting all the amazing things into my life. I am in alignment with my divine assignment and I am doing exactly what I am supposed to be doing. The official announcement will come soon, and I hope I’m “allowed” to talk about it now because I am. 😊 Leading retreats is one of my favorite things to do. I am a dreamer and a planner. I love the play factor involved in planning. I took a step back from it in 2018 because I wanted to use that time to learn. I will never stop learning. It’s time to lead again.

All the Feels

December 2, 2018December 2, 20182 Comments

I am in that weird space of having a million things to write about and yet nothing comes up for me. My thoughts are scattered here there and everywhere. The “problem” is that more and more people are reading my blog and I get in my head about it. Am I oversharing? Will my readers like this? The truth that I need to remember is that this blog is for me. It’s a great tool to look back and see how things are unfolding for me. So here I go.

Yesterday was such a weird day for me emotionally. I joked about everyone crying in yoga, and maybe they needed that, but it was me who I was really talking about. I was on the verge of tears all day. But they didn’t come. I have written about repressed memories coming up for me in the past. And I processed those the best way I could. I really figured that was it and I was done with that. Life is great. Things are flowing my way effortlessly and easily. I AM connected and divinely guided. So when more shit from my past pops up, it knocks the wind out of me. Last week I sat on my therapist’s couch with my journal of “all the amazing things” that are going on in my life. The amazing things are always the things I want to talk about. When our time was almost up, I blurted out “want to do the therapy now?” And of course she did, because that’s her job. I told her that I have had more memories of childhood sexual abuse surfacing. When she asked me if I could talk about it, I just looked at her and said nothing. We both chuckled a little and she told me that “was an invitation.” My response to her was that I obviously couldn’t talk about it. Because nothing was coming out. So weird because I do trust this woman so much. I have spent some time on this and perhaps it’s the office and the couch that get me. Like “white coat syndrome.” Maybe I should ask her to sit on the floor with me. I bet she would. She’s cool like that. Since I wouldn’t or couldn’t talk about the memories with her, she offered up some suggestions as to what I could do to move through it. Dance it out, write it out, yoga it out. The things she knows I am comfortable with. The first time, back in the spring, when she suggested “dance it out” I thought she was nuts. And now, well, we all know how that ended. What I was looking for was a definitive answer about why this is happening again and when will it end. The why is simple. She’s explained it before, but she explained it again. Because I am strong and healthy and have all the support in the world. And because I have everything I need to look at these things when they come up and then let them go. The when will it end isn’t as simple. I read everything I could find about this subject, but there are no concrete answers. Unfortunately we live in a world where this is fairly common. I reached out to a friend who I am able to be completely open with and talked to her about it. She has her own experience with this exact thing. Which is what I needed more than anything. Someone who has been where I am. Someone with personal experience. This is what I gathered from our conversation. Something in my present moment experience triggered these memories. They are there to teach me something. And I guess as the healthy adult that I am, it’s not really a big deal. But, it feels like a big deal to me when it happens. Talking to my friend helped more than anything. She told me there really is no specific end date. No magic time. Healing is a lifetime process. More than anything, just knowing that I am not alone in this experience was helpful. The specifics aren’t important and I don’t need to share with everyone or maybe even anyone. My plan is simply to honor the path that got me to where I am today. I keep telling myself to write it down and burn it. A ritual. I love ritual. Not that I have done it yet, but it’s coming. The gift in this is that it never crosses my mind to hide from it. It never crosses my mind to numb myself. What I have done is take 1,000 baths. Maybe I am subconsciously trying to crawl back into the womb. Whatever. It feels good and it soothes me. The bathtub is where I spent all of my free time when I first got sober. It’s still a go to when I am emotionally triggered. And honestly, I have been super sensitive lately. OR, maybe I AM super sensitive and I have been allowing myself to experience that. I don’t know. What I do know is that I am human. A human with ALL THE FEELS who doesn’t have everything figured out and probably never will. The good news is that I am surrounded by healers and sensitive souls who will hold my hand when I need that. The reality is that I really do have everything I need already available to me and I can handle whatever comes my way. So I lean in to the uncomfortable until it passes because I know for sure and certain that joy is waiting for me on the other side. I AM a warrior.

Shhhhhh. Don’t tell Leon.

November 25, 2018November 25, 20183 Comments

Here’s a little secret. My husband doesn’t read my blog. Not regularly anyway. And I don’t offer it up to him for some odd reason. Probably because he’s the one who knows me best and sees me every single day. He doesn’t give a shit about how popular I am on the internet. He sees the real me. Every day. Not just the best photos and the edited words. He gets the unedited version. He’s not on FaceBook and he hates social media. But, he did recently get an instagram account, which I was quick to give him shit about. Because Instagram is social media. Now I feel like I have to censor my Instagram posts a bit. Like he’s there to babysit. Not that that’s necessarily true, but I do get asked who certain followers are. And since it’s social media, I typically have no idea. He assures me his life would be easier if I was ugly. I encouraged him to get the Instagram account because he used to ask me to post pics for him on my page. I like to keep my page looking a “certain way” which doesn’t include pictures of the fish he caught that day. Now he has an Instagram and it’s cute and hilarious that he really doesn’t know how to use it. I post my blog on Instagram and use the standard “New blog post is up, link in bio” caption. He has no idea how to get to my bio or click on the link. I showed him how to do it a couple of weeks ago and he sat next to me and read my blog for what seemed like hours. He went way back…….and I could tell he was upset. I have suggested to my Mom that perhaps reading my blog isn’t the thing she needs to do. I am thinking maybe he shouldn’t have read it either. It hurt him to go back and relive some of it. I know he also felt slighted because he never saw his name in any of my posts. I totally understood that too. I frequently speak about my therapists, past and present. I write about my “tribe of women” who support me. I don’t write about my family. There are a few reasons for this. The first reason is that believe it or not, I do keep parts of my life private. My family is the MOST important thing in my life. I feel like they have their own stories and they aren’t my stories to tell. But here I am. Talking about my family. My husband anyway. The truth is, I hated him for a few years before I got sober. He was the enemy in my mind. He was one of the firsts to point out that I had a problem with alcohol. I could fool a lot of people, but he wasn’t one of them. I hated him for that. He was the person always taking my keys, my wallet and my liquor away. But he wasn’t sober. In fact, we drank a together A LOT. So why was I the one with “the problem?” Maybe because I was the one who blacked out and did stupid things? Here’s the reality. My husband is 15 years older than me. He rescued me when my marriage to my second husband fell apart. I didn’t know how to be alone but I also knew I didn’t need to involve myself in a relationship. I found a man who lived far, far away that would come visit me when I wanted him to but didn’t live close enough to roll up at my house anytime and get too comfortable. Because I DID NOT want to be in a relationship. 6 months later I moved to North Carolina with my two children to be with him. That happened so fast. I had a pretty good handle on my drinking at that time. I was a “functioning alcoholic.” Two years later I got pregnant. I stopped drinking while I was pregnant and nursing (or at least didn’t nurse when I was drinking). When our sweet Jackson turned two, I weened him (yes, I nursed him for two years). It was at this point that my raging alcoholism kicked up several notches. I’m not really sure why. Other than the fact that once I started drinking, I couldn’t stop, which IS the very thing that makes me an alcoholic. I drank every day. At 5:00. Until the day I discovered that I could drink during the day because I was grown. That was a game changer. That’s when the blackouts started coming. The insane behavior and really bad choices started happening more and more frequently. My husband spent a lot of time on the phone with my family and friends “telling on me.” I hated him for it. Today I know he was looking for guidance and support, but that’s not what it felt like at the time. I would have preferred it if he had gone to a support group rather than bring all of our friends and family into our mess, but he’s not that guy and it wasn’t my choice. He spent a lot of time on the phone with my therapist too. She suggested hospitalization for me. I hated her for that. I hated a lot of people for a lot of things. All things that I was responsible for. He took drunk me to an AA meeting once and asked “those people” what he should do. He just wanted someone to fix me. He was watching the woman he loved, the mother of his children, kill herself. My oldest two children lost their biological father to addiction. My husband has raised them since they were tiny and he IS their Dad. I think he hated me as much as I hated him, but he wanted me to live. And eventually so did I. He supported my recovery by giving up alcohol. It wasn’t a struggle for him and if sobriety was going to work for me, he knew he had to make some changes too. I had every intention of getting sober and leaving him because he was a controlling asshole. But then a funny thing happened. Not overnight, because that’s never how things work for me. But, as I began the process of getting sober, along with gaining some emotion regulation skills and a tiny bit of sanity, he began to seem like less of an asshole. Not because he changed, but because I changed. Not gonna lie, all of the changes freaked him out too. I’m not sure either of us knew who sober me would be. All of the new things I was doing seemed weird to him. They were weird to me too, but also things I needed to do. Meditation. Yoga. Meetings. I caused a LOT of damage to our relationship. Damage that isn’t a secret to our friends and family. Things that I had to own and walk through. But, he hung in there and walked through them with me. He hung in there because he knew I was worth it. He saw my worth when I didn’t. And sometimes he’s still an asshole. But he’s my asshole. He’s no longer freaked out by the weird things I do and pretty much expects me to come in the door beaming about the new “weird thing” I am currently in love with. Our relationship isn’t perfect, but whose is? I’m still trying to figure out what we have in common. There doesn’t seem to be a whole lot. But, he makes me laugh and he’s pretty damn cute. So there’s that. He’s a safe place for me. He makes me feel secure. He gives me the space I need to grow. He has his life and I have mine and they are very different. But, we come together every day and share our “seperate lives.” Every now and then we even do things together. Like a real couple. One day, I’ll even go fishing with him. What I am not going to do, is put this blog in his hand. He can find it on the internet like everyone else. Sometimes, I’m an asshole too. 😊

5 Sober Years

November 19, 2018November 19, 20183 Comments

I love when people reach out to me after reading my blog or a particular social media post that I have written. I love when people connect to my words. Last week I wrote THIS post full of “classic one liners” from my old therapist. A few days later I received this text that’s too good not to share. I saved this screenshot because it’s THAT awesome and I laugh so hard every time I read it. It’s become a mantra for me this week. I often tell my children when they are leaving, “make good choices.” Well, “don’t fuck the monks” has played on repeat in my mind since I received that text. It’s the same. But different. It’s “Make good choices” for grown ups. I laugh so hard at the shit that goes through my head. I even told my therapist “don’t fuck the monks” last week as I walked out of her office. She loved that so much. I mean, how could she NOT?

All that silliness aside.

I didn’t write yesterday because I was too exhausted from all of the exciting things happening in the studio and in my life. There is always something new and exciting coming my way and some days it’s just too much and I crash. Which is what I needed yesterday. And I allowed myself to do that. At the beach.

Last week was an amazing week in the life of me. I turned 5 years sober 6 days ago. There was no parade, but you probably saw the sparkly medallion on social media. What a ride that’s been. Each year I look back and each year gets better. Year one was all about not drinking. Anything extra I learned was a bonus. Each and every day I practiced not picking up a drink and that was enough. Yes, I meditated and practiced yoga, but the NOT DRINKING was where all of my focus was. Those other things were simply ways to pass the time and carry me through the day sober. I’m sure there was plenty of growth involved, but I wasn’t feeling it. During my second sober year, I began the journey of becoming comfortable in my skin. I learned how to properly love and care for myself. I had no idea how good I could feel. During that year I learned how to fuel my body with nutritious foods. I kicked up my yoga a notch and began to move my body in new ways. I always assumed that since I wasn’t overweight, the whole exercise thing didn’t apply to me. Who knew that Dr’s weren’t just being assholes by suggesting exercise as part of a healthy lifestyle. This girl LOVES some endorphins! Early in my third year of sobriety, I completed my yoga teacher training. Sobriety introduced me to something I was more passionate about than drinking. I decided I needed to share that. I found my light and my purpose. Not that my purpose is to be the greatest yoga teacher the world has ever seen, because that is definitely NOT it. But my purpose is absolutely to help others heal. Teaching yoga has been a launchpad out into the world of helping others find their own light. Year 4 was my Rebel Soul year! The best year yet. I opened the studio on November 6th 2017. I spent my 4th sober year growing community and growing ME. I entered therapy (again) last year in November. Just a few days before I opened the studio. This time I entered therapy as a strong, sober and healthy woman who wanted support through my journey. And damn. There was a lot more to work through than I ever imagined. From what I can tell, “working through shit,” is a never ending part of life. That weekly session has been a great resource for me. I have grown more this past year than any previous year. On EVERY level. This is the year I learned to sing and dance and pray with my words. That little yoga studio of mine is such a safe space for me to try ALL THE THINGS that bring about a deeper level of healing for me and my community. So freaking amazing. To say that I am grateful for my sober life is an understatement. I talked to my AA sponsor on Saturday and shared with her how magical my life is and how I am in love with every minute of it. She reminded me of a time, that first year, when she and others were just trying to convince me that things would get better if I stayed sober. All I wanted in those days was for my life to not suck. That was it. I wasn’t asking for joy or magic or anything great. I just wanted my life to not suck so bad. Never could I ever have imagined that not only would my life not suck but that I would be happy and that I would wake up excited about life every day. And really, it happened in such a big way and it happened so quickly. One skillful choice after another. In AA they call it “doing the next right thing” however, in my mind it will forever be “not fucking the monks” one day at a time. You’re welcome. 😂 If I can do it, anyone can. I promise.

Sober Yogi

My journey to wholeness

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