Alcoholic In Recovery

Obsessions

n early sobriety,  my main obsession was with thoughts about drinking.  I couldn't get them out of my mind and wasn't ever sure I wanted to.  Even if could replace them with thoughts of not drinking, that was still thinking about drinking.

Perhaps the most useful advice I have gotten was to go with  those thoughts beyond the relief the first drink would give me to what would happen the next day and week.  I don't suppose many people wake up wishing they had gotten drunk the night before.  A saying I recall from that time is,  "I can't stop birds from flying over my head,  but I can stop them from building nests in my hair."

Another obsession was with my job.  I came to AA mostly to try to keep it,  perhaps even at the cost of stopping drinking for a while.  I was constantly evaluating me job performance and thought the boss spent most of his time thinking about how I was doing,  instantly aware of it every time I screwed up. I had to learn that is wasn't my job to work out how I was doing,  and that, at any rate,  it was not as important as whether I stayed sober and just kept showing up.  I eventually learned that bosses aren't as concerned about job performance as just having someone who shows up on time,  keeps working when present and gets along with customers,  co-workers and himself.  My insecurity made me a workaholic back then, but I eventually got to the point 
where I could be content with doing a certain reasonable amount of work, and leave it at that.

Perhaps my longest lasting obsession in sobriety has been with eating.  I don't think I was a compulsive overeater,  but I certainly was an overeater, more than 30 kg. heavier for many years than I have been for the last couple.  It helped a lot when I moved to Tasmania six years ago after teaching English in Japan. This meant being able to walk to a couple meetings in my very own language and less stress.  Instead of buying my own rationalizations at least a couple times a day,  I now just try to make sure that my next meal will be a truly sensible one without too many calories and avoid snacking between them,  but I probably still spend a bit more time thinking about that than most people do.

Another obsession,  with money,  has reared its head in the last few weeks, coming with the present world economic crisis.  I stayed in Japan for over twenty years to avoid having to put myself on the job market again as well as to save enough money so I could be self-supporting in retirement.  I drive a Hyundai Getz,  live in a small wooden house built in 1918 and my biggest extravagances are a trip off the island every couple years and driving over to a city an hours drive east of here on Mondays for a walkabout,  lunch and meeting.  But when the Aussie dollar was flying high and the local stockmarket was booming,  I rather relished the idea that I was a millionaire.

Seeing my savings evaporate lately took a bit of getting used to.  I had 
really come to quite like living in reality and had been almost continually 
content since a trip to Sydney over three years ago.  I didn't want to go 
into denial and had to think things through as with early thoughts about drinking. I could eventually see that I still had the same investments.  I couldn't sell them for as much,  but I had no desire or need to sell them anyway.  My frugal lifestyle in not threatened,  nor is anything I really value.  There might not be much left in the bucket when I eventually kick it,  but that doesn't matter as I never married or had children and was never eligible to join the SKI club (Spending the Kid's Inheritance) anyway.

Perhaps the most useful thing I have learned in recent years is that it 
isn't shit that happens,  it is life.  It is only when I am out of touch 
with reality and my attitudes are unhealthy that life starts to stink a bit, 
when the glasses I see the world through go from clear,  or even a bit rosy, start to brown up.  I may be a slow learner,  but,  after many years of sobriety,  I feel like I am getting close to being able to just enjoy each moment as it comes along.
Jim in Tasmania