Trudging And Trudging

After first hearing “A Vision for You” read aloud in a meeting, I wondered why people in AA were so happy about “trudging” toward destiny. For me, the word “trudging,” always evokes a sense of dragging myself up a hill in lead boots. And one of the aspects of living that I find so tiresome is the constant “drudgery” that I face. Everything from dishes to laundry to groceries to filling out forms, calling for appointments, scheduling and rescheduling. The only difference between complaining about these things and just doing them with a sense of acceptance, is my attitude. To many people around the world, my burdens are their basic goals – to have food, to have shelter, healthcare even if it’s medical/medicare, transportation. It helps sometimes to apply “mindfulness” to the dailiness of life. I am more at peace taking care of life’s little businesses if I do them mindfully, rather than trying to do a few other things at the same time, or fretting about the other things that must be done after this one is finished. Being sober is about peacefully and contentedly living life, the trudging as well as the skipping, the mundane as well as the glorious. Seeing it all as part of the privilege of being alive and being useful in this world. Still learning…..


13 thoughts on “Trudging And Trudging

  1. “Trudge the road of happy destiny”.
    If I don’t look at this phrase in full context and only concentrate on the word trudge, I too would get awfully discouraged!
    So it’s HAPPY DESTINY eh’?
    I’m happy with that!

  2. My soul rests with you, my Anamchara.

    Return to your rest, my soul, for the Lord has been good to you.
    – Psalm 116:7 (NIV)

    What’s the good of salt?

    Well for one thing it happens to be the vital or essential of life for it is necessary for the intricate internal functions of the human body as well as all animal life.

    But then it comes to flavor.

    Nearly all food and almost all recipes call for salt to entice its taste.

    What about words?

    What about our salty language?

    If we use too much salt on our food it’s intolerable.

    If we use too much saltiness in our language it also is intolerable.

    A good friend of mine and a very dear person on telling some of their story says, “you know what I mean” so often it certainly has lost its flavor.

    Another person uses the vulgar expression “s…” to describe many things in his life, which on the very face of it is offensive and quickly loses its effectiveness.
    We are better advised to use a euphemism (a word or phrase used in place of a term that might be considered too direct, harsh, unpleasant, or offensive), such as “crap” for this particular word.

    At our morning meeting we warn ourselves by declaring to guard ourselves against using profanity while at the same time forgiving those who have not reached that level of spiritual growth.

    Profanity and vulgarity are offensive.

    Are we to “stick with the winners”?

    I’m Harry, grateful alcoholic and devoted 12th stepper.

  3. Hi Everyone. Just letting you know I removed a reply to Harry’s comment because it missed the spam folder. It was vulgar and attacking and bullying. That will NOT be tolerated on This24. Hugs to all….and if you can send up a few prayers or good thoughts today, it will be appreciated!!!

  4. Power greater than ourselves can be counted on to stabilize our emotions. It has an incomparable capacity to help us look at life in balanced perspective. We look up, around, and away from ourselves, and we see that nine out of ten things that at the moment upset us will shortly disappear. Exerpt from 24 thought for the day. Prayers for you dear sister, glad you were there to remove the salty language. It’s the pepper words I have to watch out for. Lol

  5. Top of the morning family,
    “May today there be peace within.
    May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
    May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.
    May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.
    May you be content knowing you are a child of God.
    Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.
    It is there for each and every one of us.”
    ― Teresa of Ávila

    Walking in the light is a daily commitment to living an honest life. Today, I have a design for successful living. I can have clean relationships with society, others, and myself. Today, I can accept what I rejected; and through His mercy, I can reject what I use to accept.
    By walking in the light, I stumble less; and it’s even tougher to stumble when I’m on my knees.

    It’s a good day to be free as one desires.

  6. …here’s a new one. For This24.

    I Am That Alcoholic

    I am your brother your mother your neighbor down the street.
    You see me at the grocery the bakery all stores all offices-you see me as discreet.
    You show me love you show me distain. You hate me.
    I embarrass you and wish I was gone.
    I am that alcoholic.
    You pray for me I prey for you.
    I work for you. I clean for you. I sing for you. I’m mean to you.
    You hang up on me I curse you back. I put you on hold while my life is too. Not hearing me not seeing me not listening to me, that hurts me. I am your lost soul your lost tribe the outcast the author the Rabbi and Satan. I am your breath your fantasy. I am your air.
    I am that alcoholic.
    I wait I teach I preach I sing. I am your waiter who fetches your impatience while ordering your meals. I am your clue. I am your solution your best friend and enemy. I am loving to you. I am too kind, always to you. I help you live. I help you stay happy sweetie.
    I am your chef your tailor your pilot your professor. I care about you because I am God. I can do impossible things in impossible places inn impossible ways.
    I am that alcoholic.
    I sleep with you I fuck with you I lick and tease for you. I smell of you. Your taste is on my tongue.
    I am your bet your wager I am your hope, your fear.
    Come dance with me. Romance with me. Spend time with me.
    Put your arms around me and tell me lies. Put your lips on me and we’ll never die. We’re a pair a unit a section a crowd. We’re all we need and all we are. We are hate we are love.
    I need your safety I need your brilliance your shine. I need your intelligence your fury. I need to cry.
    I am that sexy bitch. That man creep with time. I am the fighter the boxer the man in the street. The cop. The Doc. The enabler the enhancer.
    I am that alcoholic.
    So try to keep up. Stay in step with me in time with me. Mark time with my cadence or we’ll all end up with a dime.
    I am your banker’s promise you son’s defeat. I am daughter’s abortion. I am Jewish and Muslim and Christian and Sikh.
    I am that alcoholic.
    I am all colors all races all religions as we speak.

    So embrace me entice me worship me as needed. I am always here and sometimes there. Keep me in mind as I feel I am out of mine. Love me as I am and who I think I am to be.

    I am that alcoholic.

    June 21, 2016
    _________________________smiles from the desert.

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