epiphany
In reading over e-mail and in recalling dicussions with people, I've come to understand how very lucky I am. I work with recovering people in a program designed to get them back on their feet and to be able to face the world on the world's terms. I am not cerified as a counselor and will get started on that in September. I do, however, get to share my own experience, strength, and hope with these guys. And I get to listen to them - their desires, needs and hopes. I also live in this program, where my official title is Program Assistant. I am actually more of a house manager. So I get to both live and work in surroundings that are safe for me.
What I've come to understand is that a lot of us simply live an existance. We have a job. It pays the rent. So we have a roof over our heads. We can make ends meet. We can go out once in a while. We have this job. Maybe we go to church or Rotary or the Elks or something. We might own a house. We have a job. Maybe even a boat. We can be happy today because we did something good; we paid the bills, we bought groceries the rent is taken care of, the car didn't break down or any other reason that we choose to make us happy.
I know. I lived this way for years and years. I existed. I am a good carpenter. I can manage a restaurant very well. There are any number of things that I can and have done well - in order to "make a living". I don't have to do that any more. I have been inspired to get started in the recovery field. Not called by God or anything dramatic like that, but simply inspired to do it. I have desired to get into this field for a long time but, in the past, making a living always got in the way. I was always pretty good at existing but that was all it was. There were no real hopes or dreams. There was no real inspiration. Today that has changed, as have I, and I'm so grateful for that. More tomorrow.
Love and peace from Key West.
What I've come to understand is that a lot of us simply live an existance. We have a job. It pays the rent. So we have a roof over our heads. We can make ends meet. We can go out once in a while. We have this job. Maybe we go to church or Rotary or the Elks or something. We might own a house. We have a job. Maybe even a boat. We can be happy today because we did something good; we paid the bills, we bought groceries the rent is taken care of, the car didn't break down or any other reason that we choose to make us happy.
I know. I lived this way for years and years. I existed. I am a good carpenter. I can manage a restaurant very well. There are any number of things that I can and have done well - in order to "make a living". I don't have to do that any more. I have been inspired to get started in the recovery field. Not called by God or anything dramatic like that, but simply inspired to do it. I have desired to get into this field for a long time but, in the past, making a living always got in the way. I was always pretty good at existing but that was all it was. There were no real hopes or dreams. There was no real inspiration. Today that has changed, as have I, and I'm so grateful for that. More tomorrow.
Love and peace from Key West.
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