
Isn't that what recovery is all about, truthiness? My entire childhood I lived in fantasy. I read books to escape the reality of what I believed was a boring life. I waited to escape away from Phoenix to someplace exciting. My teen years I lived a crazy, exciting life so much so that I longed to be back in Phoenix sometimes. I read like a fiend even while I was strung out, a way to escape, I guess. Truth, to me, was an inconvenient dead-end.
Today, I'm trying to live my life authentically. This may mean taking risks. I know it no longer means I can hide out in corporate America pretending that I'm just like everyone else. I'm not, but neither am I terminally unique today like I was when I got here. Yes, I have a past, and special gifts that go with that past, and a need, no, a requirement to use them to help others. I just don't know yet where all that will lead yet.
I don't need to know. All I need to do is keep discovering then living my truth. Just for today, I'm going to act with truthiness.
1 comment:
what a great word!
thanks
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