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I saw a meme about recovery on Instagram the other day that really hit me at the perfect time. It said: “It takes as long to get out of the woods as it took to get in.”
I spent a lot of time as a kid wandering the woods, and I learned to track time that way. As in, if you walk for 14 minutes into a forest, you’re looking at 14 minutes out if you take the exact same path, and 28 minutes total for that adventure. A wrong turn or two means every added minute is actually two.
So I spent countless hours as a kid lost in the woods, losing track of my bearings and whipping my head around in frustration, trying to find my own trail to get back to where I came into the forest. I still remember the first time I saw the Blair Witch Project and had 37 flashbacks to various times as a kid when I got all turned around for hours in the woods.
I’m so glad that meme brought that all back for me. I’ve been sober for awhile and done a ton of recovery work, but I still have moments almost every day where I think, “Geez, shouldn’t I be further along than this? Shouldn’t I be more serene than I am? Shouldn’t I not be petty, or judgmental, or gossipy?”
I bring up this topic quite a bit because it’s where I’m at 12 years into sobriety. I think I have really come a long way, but I only got there because I relentlessly took hard looks at my attitudes and behaviors. I hold myself accountable, and that’s not always easy. I catch myself sometimes looking at people who screw up and just move on with no apology, no resentment chart, no prayer and meditation… and I think, “Oh man, that must be awesome.”
So it can be hard to hit the bar that my recovery program asks me to hit. But it’s worth it. I don’t want to go back to the verrrrrrrry relaxed standards I had 13 years ago.
To go back to that meme, I love that idea. I behaved one way for 30-plus years of life. The last 10 of that 30, I devolved every single day into a darker and darker place. So yeah, I was DEEP in the woods. It’s going to take that long, maybe longer, to get out of that forest. And that’s okay. I like that meme because it gives me a peaceful sense of where I’m at on the recovery highway. I am right where I should be, as the old recovery cliche goes.
And here’s the really cool tweak I would make on that meme. I don’t actually even want to return to the same place I set off into the woods. That would be a disaster. I cannot be the same person who went to rehab at age 32, even without the booze. That person couldn’t process any feelings (good or bad), held onto resentments, was a reckless danger to everybody around him, and didn’t know how to properly be accountable for bad behaviors.
I need to be grateful for the spot I’m currently in, because it may be deep into the forest, but it’s also headed for a clearing on the other side. I may never get there—recovery isn’t really one of those things where you get a masters degree and move on. It’s a ride I hope to be on for the rest of my life, one day at a time.
So it actually is a little bit like the Blair Witch Project, I guess. I can see daylight up ahead, but I’m okay with being on the journey more than finding the destination. And yeah, I think some ghosts and witches might shake my tent at night sometimes and terrify me and make me a little nuts. But as long as I keep walking in the right direction, even with a few missteps along the way, I know I will be okay.
My god, I think I got lost in the woods with that metaphor about getting lost in the woods…
ALCOHOLIC/ADDICT JOKE OF THE DAY
This newsletter is a place of joy and laughter about the deadly serious business of sobriety. So, as I will often do, let me close with a joke.
You know you’re a recovering alcoholic if:
--1: Emails from your friends say HALT in the subject header.
--2: Your idea of a smooth opening line is “I really liked what you shared.”
--3: You don’t know the last names of most of your friends.
(Credit: AA Grapevine, July 2001, Anonymous)
Please spread the word to a sober friend! Find me on Substack… or Twitter… or Facebook… or Instagram… or YouTube. And introducing my web site, LOLsober.com.
By Nelson H.If you want to subscribe to LOL Sober, hit the purple button below. I’m not putting anything behind the paywall for a little while longer, so if you choose the free option, you’ll receive everything without paying. If you’d like to contribute anyway, many thanks.
I saw a meme about recovery on Instagram the other day that really hit me at the perfect time. It said: “It takes as long to get out of the woods as it took to get in.”
I spent a lot of time as a kid wandering the woods, and I learned to track time that way. As in, if you walk for 14 minutes into a forest, you’re looking at 14 minutes out if you take the exact same path, and 28 minutes total for that adventure. A wrong turn or two means every added minute is actually two.
So I spent countless hours as a kid lost in the woods, losing track of my bearings and whipping my head around in frustration, trying to find my own trail to get back to where I came into the forest. I still remember the first time I saw the Blair Witch Project and had 37 flashbacks to various times as a kid when I got all turned around for hours in the woods.
I’m so glad that meme brought that all back for me. I’ve been sober for awhile and done a ton of recovery work, but I still have moments almost every day where I think, “Geez, shouldn’t I be further along than this? Shouldn’t I be more serene than I am? Shouldn’t I not be petty, or judgmental, or gossipy?”
I bring up this topic quite a bit because it’s where I’m at 12 years into sobriety. I think I have really come a long way, but I only got there because I relentlessly took hard looks at my attitudes and behaviors. I hold myself accountable, and that’s not always easy. I catch myself sometimes looking at people who screw up and just move on with no apology, no resentment chart, no prayer and meditation… and I think, “Oh man, that must be awesome.”
So it can be hard to hit the bar that my recovery program asks me to hit. But it’s worth it. I don’t want to go back to the verrrrrrrry relaxed standards I had 13 years ago.
To go back to that meme, I love that idea. I behaved one way for 30-plus years of life. The last 10 of that 30, I devolved every single day into a darker and darker place. So yeah, I was DEEP in the woods. It’s going to take that long, maybe longer, to get out of that forest. And that’s okay. I like that meme because it gives me a peaceful sense of where I’m at on the recovery highway. I am right where I should be, as the old recovery cliche goes.
And here’s the really cool tweak I would make on that meme. I don’t actually even want to return to the same place I set off into the woods. That would be a disaster. I cannot be the same person who went to rehab at age 32, even without the booze. That person couldn’t process any feelings (good or bad), held onto resentments, was a reckless danger to everybody around him, and didn’t know how to properly be accountable for bad behaviors.
I need to be grateful for the spot I’m currently in, because it may be deep into the forest, but it’s also headed for a clearing on the other side. I may never get there—recovery isn’t really one of those things where you get a masters degree and move on. It’s a ride I hope to be on for the rest of my life, one day at a time.
So it actually is a little bit like the Blair Witch Project, I guess. I can see daylight up ahead, but I’m okay with being on the journey more than finding the destination. And yeah, I think some ghosts and witches might shake my tent at night sometimes and terrify me and make me a little nuts. But as long as I keep walking in the right direction, even with a few missteps along the way, I know I will be okay.
My god, I think I got lost in the woods with that metaphor about getting lost in the woods…
ALCOHOLIC/ADDICT JOKE OF THE DAY
This newsletter is a place of joy and laughter about the deadly serious business of sobriety. So, as I will often do, let me close with a joke.
You know you’re a recovering alcoholic if:
--1: Emails from your friends say HALT in the subject header.
--2: Your idea of a smooth opening line is “I really liked what you shared.”
--3: You don’t know the last names of most of your friends.
(Credit: AA Grapevine, July 2001, Anonymous)
Please spread the word to a sober friend! Find me on Substack… or Twitter… or Facebook… or Instagram… or YouTube. And introducing my web site, LOLsober.com.