It's My Party

July 20

IT’S MY PARTY

The party I was throwing for myself in addiction was nothing but a very long wake.  There were no smiles, only murmurs of what might have been.  I was filled with tears I couldn’t cry and mourned my death as I caused it.  When I took off my little black dress and stepped from this shroud, I closed the bar, clicked the switch and the dirge stopped, the funeral ended prematurely.  I walked into AA where I learned to be the life of the party.

Make a safe space for your radical tastes.

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Taking the Field

Humor is an illustration;

a joke an explanation.

I learn far more from the smiles than the jeers.

Laughter carries me; an action,

which tears can’t always accomplish.

It is hard to live with constant descent,

but wit is a quick impassioned friend.

Thoughtless conformity is an evil companion

I prefer the company of those who play.

Life is too hard from the sidelines;

I would rather take the field.

You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/Sober-On-The-Way-Sane/dp/1440417342/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576888&sr=8-1&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/More-Lines-From-My-Life/dp/1448677203/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576956&sr=8-1&keywords=More+Lines+From+My+Life

Special

July 10

Special

Is it the wiring between my ears, the size of the pump in my chest?  The difference which can be seen when you look from me to the neighbors? I know that you feel me to be special.  I feel me to be special, too, just like you.  Defining that thing, that combination which unlocks the mundane is more than just an attempt to point a finger; it’s a search for that little light.  Close and closer we pull together and that is special, but now I will whisper it, tell you the secret truth is my ability to play.  Come play with me!

Whistle with the tune the wind brings you

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IT’S MY PARTY

The party I was throwing myself in addiction

Was nothing but a very long wake.

There were no smiles, only murmurs of what might have been.

I was filled with tears I couldn’t cry

And mourned my death as I caused it.

When I took off my little black dress

And stepped from this shroud

I closed the bar, clicked the switch and the dirge stopped.

The funeral ended prematurely

I walked into AA where I learned to be the life of the party.