I have been too busy lately. Way too busy. September is always a frantic month for me with back to school kids stuff and my belly button birthday, but add in my clean date birthday and CANA convention and all hell breaks loose in this routine little mind of mine.
I finally made it to one year of sobriety on Monday and I have yet to get here to share that with you. That makes me sad, very sad actually. I like my Sunday routine of blogging and this past week it was replaced with attending the NA convention. Which in itself is fabulous and was a huge awaken-er for me, so I cannot complain there, but I am noticing that in my aging days I am lacking the energy to do it all.... actually thats not right, I have tonnes of energy when I eat right, but I am not doing that either. I am lacking passion in my life, is a more true statement.
When I lack passion and drive for life I find it very difficult to motivate myself to do anything. The convention awoke me to the realization I have gotten off course again in my life. Not a huge discourse, just a starting turn in a direction of 'has been' instead of 'whats new pussy cat'.
I took the day off work today because I am exhausted, struggling with headaches and negative thoughts. I work 6 days a week over 8 hours each day. I have been steady at this for several months now with only days off to go do something like conventions and stuff. I have not had a day to just veg and do nothing. I feel like I am constantly playing catch up and never getting ahead. I am burning out. This is not good for my program. I have no time for rest or fun activities anymore... not a good place to be in. Work/life balance is non existent. I am suffering because of it.
..........I was one year clean on Monday!!! Yay. My hands are waving in the air... I did it!! I say those words with a lack of excitement only because I am unmotivated today, something is amiss in my life. I am truly happy I got here. I have some reservations and fears to work through about getting loaded now, because that has been my secret promise to myself for the past six months..... every time I wanted to use, I told myself I would celebrate one year with a glass of wine. I said it just to get myself to a year and really have no desire to drink, but there still lingers a fear there.
Beyond the reservations though is a good look at where my life is and if I am living my will or Gods will. When I started my job landscaping, I loved it and firmly believed it was where I was meant to be. I still believe it was the path I was to take. However today my mind is shifting and I am not sure if it is because of my own self will and constant need for change and chaos or if it is the prayers I have been sending out about God to lead my life.
You see I have always longed to work with broken teens, since I was a little girl thats what I wanted to do. I knew from very young age my sexual abuse would fuck me up as a teenager and therefor potentially as an adult and that brought on this huge desire to help other girls get through it too. As I grew up I did lots of volunteer work in that field and began my Social work course in college in my early 20's. Somewhere along the way I got lost and today I work in landscaping.
My desires lately have been tugging me back in that social work direction. I fight the fear of breaking back on to that path, not entirely understanding of what the fear really is though. I struggle with working this job that keeps me away from my kids, my life and my program and is slowly loosing its luster. I struggle with being the flake that cannot keep anything going longer then six months. Is it boredom or am I tired of working towards someone elses dream?
My daughter came home the other night bursting with excitement over a connection she made for me. A coworker's husband apparently works with broken teens and wants to meet me this weekend after an animated conversation with my daughter about all my history in helping people including my NA experience. Kinda puked a bit in my mouth when she told me that part, but I guess he knows of a position that would suit me and is open right now. I am going to meet him with a new revised resume this weekend.
Self sabotage is rampant in my mind right now. Staying home from work, hiding in my sleep depression. Unworthiness bouncing around my head like a wild ping-pong game. Fighting to motivate myself for a beautiful dinner my best friend wants to gift to me for all the hard work I have put into my year staying clean, and trying to tap into the excitement of my cake celebration tomorrow night and my Woman's meeting open to men.
Being the center of attention is not something I relish in. I can be the class clown on my own terms, I like making people laugh and smile. But to be on the receiving end of niceties on a wider scale as this phase of my life is bringing me is highly uncomfortable...
Too much going on in my head, too much happening on the outside world. Lots of shifting directions, lots of good positive attention, all of this is wonderful. Yet I am so out of my element I am struggling to stay grounded. Throw the shit at me and I am your ace in the pocket, but surround me with the white light and I am freakin basket case.
I am sure this is the fear of walking through the unknown. I do not do anything without theatrics..... Here is too gracefully walking into bigger and better things in my life... Oh God... Gracefully!!
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