Friday Afternoon Ramble

Think of this post like you would a long, chatty, catch-up phone call; if you don’t have time for it, don’t pick up the phone!

It’s been awhile since I’ve written without a purpose, but since I missed my weekly “post with a purpose,” now’s as good a time as any.  Since the reason I missed Monday is the reason I am writing today (also, to procrastinate on some new baking challenges I’ve set for myself for an upcoming busy weekend), let’s start with where I was on Monday, which was North Carolina, for a girl’s weekend.

Girl’s weekend started probably about 10 years ago in my family.  Half of the “girls” live in the Philadelphia area; half live in Maryland, one lives in North Carolina.  The one in North Carolina is the only one who happens to have a vacation home where we can comfortably gather without the “boys,” so North Carolina it is.

I’ve spent a considerable amount of time trying to figure out my personal timeline as it relates to Girl’s Weekend:  did I go to the inaugural one?  How many, exactly, did I attend?  What was the year of the last one I attended?  I have it narrowed down, but can’t get confident with the specifics; then again, nobody else is wondering, so I suppose the pressure’s off.

What I remember most about Girl’s Weekend is the last one I attended before this one.  That year we chose to fly in and out of the larger NC airport, which happens to be about 2 hours from my cousin’s vacation home.  When it was time to leave, we were loading our luggage and ourselves into the two behemoth cars my cousin had wrangled for us to use that weekend, and a perplexingly big deal was being made out of who was going into what car.  I was told which car to go in, and was satisfied to stay out of the debate, so I slid into the front seat of the assigned car.

As it happens, the confusion and debate centered around who wanted to be in the Intervention Car, and who didn’t.  To this day, I’m not sure if the argument was over the number of people who wanted in on the intervention, or how many wanted out.  I have my theories of course, but I’ll leave it as one of life’s mysteries.

In case it is not patently obvious, I was the star of the Intervention Car.  To be honest, I could not give you one detail about what was spoken.  Which is a shame, because this many years later, I am genuinely curious.  All I remember is that frozen feeling you get when you are blindsided.  Two hours, trapped, in a car… nowhere to run.  And then another hour plane ride home, and then another hour ride from the airport to my car.  I’m uncomfortable thinking about it now.

Needless to say, I was not rushing back to Girl’s Weekend anytime soon.  By my best guess, that weekend happened 7 years ago.  And by the way, my sobriety date is not quite 4 years ago, so I’m thinking intervention-by-car-ride is not the most effective means of expressing your concern.  At least, it wasn’t for this alcoholic.

So years of resentment go by, then I hit my alcoholic bottom, then another couple of years getting comfortable with sobriety.  And here it is, 2015, and I think I’m ready to give this a go again.  No talk of the Intervention Car, I have no wish to revisit that situation, and so I couldn’t tell you who else even remembers it.  Everyone seemed excited that I was joining them, and I left it at that.

As is always the case of firsts in sobriety, I had some… I’m not sure I would say nerves, exactly, maybe disquiet?  Apprehension?  Whichever word, some thoughts about whether or not the drinking and party atmosphere would negatively impact my sobriety.  This house sits on a completely residential, gated island, so I’m not easily planning my escape.  Then again, it’s a large house, with lots of bedrooms, and everyone knows that I’m sober, so I conclude that I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.

Believe it or not, alcohol was not my biggest concern.  My goal, coming into the weekend, was to lay down a new track in terms of my personal memories of Girl’s Weekend.  Any time I thought of this event, or it came up in conversation at family parties, I would feel a punch in the gut (metaphorical punch, my family is not one for physical violence), because the memory of those last hours haunted me.  I wanted to prove to myself, and maybe to them, that I am a different person now.

Plus, and maybe this could go without saying, I genuinely love my family, and crazily enough like them a whole heck of a lot too.  We have fun together, and my self-imposed isolation was starting to bug me.

So off I went to North Carolina, for 5 days.  And yes, we believe in long weekends in my family.

How did it go?  It went, by any standard of measurement, well.  I would say it exceeded pretty much all of my expectations, and I suppose it did that because I went in with absolutely no expectations.  I was determined to go with the flow, and I think having the plan to have no plan was a good one when you are dealing with 11 women cohabitating in one house for 5 days.

We laughed, and ate, and talked, and laughed and ate some more.  We did not sleep much, it seemed there was too much to say to one another to waste time sleeping.  We repeated this routine in the kitchen, in the dining room, in the living room, on the beach, in a small nearby town, and on a boat.  Some drank alcohol in addition to eating, talking and laughing, but a few of us didn’t, and most of those who did stopped appropriately.

A fact which never ceases to amaze me.

There was no drama whatsoever, no hurt feelings, no verbal altercations of any kind.  At no point in time did my feathers get ruffled.

If I ever doubt that I have significantly changed in sobriety, I need to look no further than the sentence above as proof that I have.

The best example I can give:  I was speaking to my two aunts, and the sillier one said, “You’ve got to stop being so negative!”  I rewound the conversation and saw nothing negative.  Rather than arguing the point (or, worse still, getting offended), I said, “Aunt Barbara, thanks so much for that learning opportunity!”  I then spent the rest of the time helpfully turning the negatives into positives.

Example:  I was the designated driver.  Go figure!  But the DD status also translated to morning runs to the grocery store.  One morning I had to go out for a bunch of groceries, then run up and down the stairs with the groceries, while everyone else went to the beach.  I texted to make sure they had a chair for me; they did not, but they did want me to bring them snacks.  When I got to the beach I thanked everyone for providing me the opportunity for service, as well as the opportunity for physical activity.

Here’s the interesting part:  I started out this turning-the-negative-into-a-positive with a decidedly sarcastic slant, but by the end of the 5 days I was doing it automatically, and sincerely.  And it actually felt good!

I need to get that attitude back when dealing with my teenaged children, that’s for sure.  Perhaps this weekend, when there are 8,000 things going on at once, and a son who is 48 hours away from being an official teenager.  I vow to reinstate the Girl’s Weekend Attitude of Positivity as we slide into the weekend, and I’ll let you know how it goes!

Today’s Miracle:

In the time I’ve spent writing and editing this post, I’ve completed both baking challenges, one a complete success, one an excellent learning opportunity (I now know self-rising flour and all-purpose flour are not interchangeable).  And how’s that for a positive spin?

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Posted on October 16, 2015, in Intermediate Recovery, Recovery and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 27 Comments.

  1. No those flours are not! Lol I’m so glad you are counting the hours until being a teen. I think I was more overwhelmed at this milestone than he was 🙂 I love this post. The intervention car – I didn’t guess it until you said it was you and my stomach did that horrible knot thing. That was cruel. No way out. But, you rallied 7 years later, and went to girl’s weekend again. So very brave! I will have to try this Positivity Spin. I just ate way too many peanut M&M’s….and now I can throw the bag away and they won’t tempt me anymore with their pretty colors and sweet & salty lovliness. Hmmm….must go….the Mounds bars are lonely and need some positive attention.

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    • You will be happy to know that I corrected the “flour issue” by adding baking powder and salt to the all-purpose, and the biscuits did rise as they should (for my son’s birthday brunch). Catastrophe averted!
      Yes, I still have my opinions on the execution of their concern for me, but, it’s good to be well on the other side of that drama!

      And definitely give the Positivity Spin a try… it really works, even on Mounds bars 🙂

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  2. I missed you on Monday!
    An intervention car….I cringe at the thought. But I also think those women must love you a lot to try to help you, however difficult it was.

    I’m all for being positive, but I’m super impressed you didn’t tell them where they could stick their snacks!!!!

    Anne

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    • And you shall be missing me again… I am sick, and finally going to the doctor’s to get some medicine. And it sadly conflicts with this morning’s meeting, so another week without my regular blog post 😦

      Yes, the experience was certainly cringe-worthy, but I’m happy to report this was a tale of redemption!
      Hope you are well, Anne!

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  3. What is an intervention car? I feel like I need, or should, know this?! xx

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    • I just spit out my coffee reading this comment. I suppose an Intervention Car (may as well capitalize it, since I’m making it a thing!) is a creation for your truly. It just means that a few of my family members decided to trap me in a two-hour car ride to let me know how they felt about my drinking. They didn’t call it an intervention, but it sure as hell felt like one! And short of hurling myself onto a free way, there was no way out 🙂

      Happily, as I mentioned in a comment above, this is a tale of redemption, and, God willing, Intervention Cars are a thing of my past!

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  4. You were in my part of the world! Wow, baking, intervention car, 5 days 11 women and no drama!? Well done! I remember getting an intervention E-mail, on my WORK E-mail! Thank God those days are over, and hooray for learning opportunities!

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    • We could have gotten together for coffee, how cool would that have been? I forgot you are in NC. I flew into the Wilmington airport (and how cute is that place, so much nicer that Philadelphia International!), and we stayed on Figure 8 Island. I wonder how close you are to that? If close, next time I am down there we are making plans!!!

      Work email, that’s just as bad. Sensitivity is a challenge for many people on this Earth (that was a Positivity Spin, by the way 😉 ).

      And agreed… thank goodness those days are behind us!

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      • OMG! I’m only about 20 minutes away! Actually I grew up along the Intracoastal Waterway, and could see Figure 8 from my front yard! Yes we must definitely get together next time, and I love the “diplomatic” theme of the Positivity Spin 😉

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  5. Well done! It’s amazing that you went from intervention-car-person 7 years ago to person wh- turns negative to positive…I like your attitude.

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  6. Dear Josie,

    I am the Publishing Editor of “Magnifique Magazine” on the iPad and iPhone Newsstands. Our monthly publication features high on the “What’s Hot” list in the United States, Canada, Australia and the United Kingdom. Our magazine is a two-themed publication: we focus on Addiction Recovery in our section titled “Addiction Corner” as well as the Law of Attraction. Here is a link: http://bit.ly/magnifiquemag

    The reason I am writing to you is to request your permission to feature your riveting article on “My 12 Steps – Step 3” in our November issue of Magnifique. I will give full credit for the article back to you, and will insert a link to your website “The Miracle is Around the Corner”. We will honour anonymity in accordance with the “12 Traditions” in terms of displaying your name as the author of the article using her first name and the first letter of her surname only e.g., “Josie C.” and trust this meets with your approval.

    Please could you reply at your earliest convenience letting us know whether or not we may proceed. I respectfully hope you will say “Yes”. When I read your article, I couldn’t stop. It’s terrific and carries the perfect message for explaining Step 3.

    Yours in service,
    Jen

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  7. Hi Josie!!
    I was watching the tv program Intervention, when I started reading about the intervention car!
    Kudos to you for going!
    xo
    Wendy

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  8. Such a great read. I can’t begin to imagine a 2 hour intervention car ride. I can imagine never wanting to go back, and the feelings of nervousness and fear had I decided to. I’m do glad you went. It sounds like a lovely group of women, and Family no less. Your response to your one aunt made me think of one word: Grace. Adore your attitude and how you turned this into a learning experience. Thank you for sharing.

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  9. I love that you did this and turned negatives into positives but…ahem…if those bitches (said with the utmost affection) had made me go get groceries just because I was the DD, AND were not around to help me carry them from the car to the house, AND asked me to bring them snacks AND THEN DID NOT HAVE THE GOOD GRACE TO SAVE ME A CHAIR?

    I’d have opened up a can of whup ass on them all.

    But I would have smiled while doing it. 😉

    Love this post for so many reasons that you already know.

    Sherry

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  10. Thanks so much for writing this post. Your extended family sounds like mine! I love the turning-the-negative-into-a-positive strategy and will be trying to incorporate this into my life immediately!

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