October 20
Self Importance
When I am over sensitive and everything that everyone does
looms large for me, I am more likely to think that I am a driving force in the
lives of others. It’s a funny connection
in the same way that when I scratch the dogs tummy her foot paddles; when I am
not getting my needs met I tend to believe I am in this world to meet the needs
of others. Often when in this mindset I
also delude myself further to worry that I may be the only person who can help
these other people. I have been training
myself to throw a flag on any and all plays where I am that important. I try to bring all action to a stop and get
right sized about who I am and how important I am and to whom and why. It’s not that I don’t have value, I have the
same value as everyone else, but when I shortchange my needs and my feelings, over
responsibility to others mushrooms and this is not good for anyone; me least of
all. As with most things, if I find out
what is right for me it tends to be right for those around me, even if I can’t
see that at the time.
Frame your favorite moments
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VICTORY
Victory is a funny thing,
Bursting across the finish line
Ends the joyful competition
And begins the wait until the next endeavor.
Pushing for success
Drops my life off the radar screen.
Power can propel me out of range
The center of my life overshot
In an attempt to be a winner.
I am stripped of my commonality
In striving for singularity.
Looking for acclaim leaves me lonely.
The winners circle is very small
And while the flash explodes
The development shows I am now alone.
Victory is a funny thing,
Bursting across the finish line
Ends the joyful competition
And begins the wait until the next endeavor.
Pushing for success
Drops my life off the radar screen.
Power can propel me out of range
The center of my life overshot
In an attempt to be a winner.
I am stripped of my commonality
In striving for singularity.
Looking for acclaim leaves me lonely.
The winners circle is very small
And while the flash explodes
The development shows I am now alone.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to
Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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