I wanted to write something clever to ring in the New Year. I thought maybe something funny or satirical. How about deep and profound? Or maybe inspirational? Nothing, nada, zilch. I have nothing. I’ve made no resolutions, I have no high hopes.
Remember the show years ago called THAT WAS THE WEEK THAT WAS? Within about half an hour, 2019 will be the year that was. There will be no fond memories, no awesome events, and no ‘light my fire’ inspirations. Folks, 2019 was a certifiable dud, a wasteland of time, a sewer of unintelligible gibberish. And we had a front row seat. With thanks let us bury 2019 in the deep, dark hole in which it belongs.
2020 will be spectacular when and if we make it so. Give back the insanity to those people who want an insane life. Return the uncivility, the crass behavior, the smutty behavior, the lies and deceit to those who thrive upon it. Return to sender C.O.D. You and I don’t need it in our lives. We have better things to do. AMEN ?
Let’s love our friends as if they are irreplaceable because they truly are. Let’s treat our family as if we actually like them. Let’s see the rest of struggling humanity as brothers and sisters because in compassionate solidarity we are one.
I’ve learned not to make resolutions for New Year’s after many failed attempts to change things I perceive as unhealthy or immoral. I mean really, what’s so darned unhealthy about a Krispie Kreme in bed once in a while? However, I do prioritize the opening prayer we recite at the meeting tables:
“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”
Of course, being the alcoholic that I am (some of us are sicker than others), I find need to amend this prayer by adding “things I cannot change such as my past and other people, things I can change such as my future and myself, and the wisdom which is found in my recovery program.”
Works for me. No regrets in February when I’ve gained weight rather than lost 5 pounds, when I’ve cut loose with a few cuss words rather than a prayer for someone I dislike, when I’ve spent too much on my credit card. Keeping resolutions simple is sober living at its best.
For 2017, I wish everyone a great year filled with compassion and understanding. Whether you are one who is facing challenges in recovery or you are one looking for spirituality in a crazy, screwed-up world, remember there is a Higher Power which has everything under control. Simply ask that almighty power for the serenity, courage, and wisdom.