Herself: Not only were we hot the night before, my stomach wasn’t ok….and not ok all day yesterday too. We didn’t get much sleep Sunday night. We did last night, and I feel really good today. Me? Today I am actively practicing the Rule 62 Theory.
The Holiday: Examples of Rule 62 will keep me going.
Balance: Focus on “Rule 62” this holiday.
I lean, without any effort, toward the pompous. The old “My way or no way” thing can too easily get out of control…watch me. My Mother’s Mrs. Gotrocks routine is genetic. I am living proof….just wait a moment while I find my diamonds. Or her diamonds.
I don’t just “care”…..that’s me telling you once how to live right the right way, I “caretake.” Caretaking, as defined by my own expert, is telling you how to live the right way ten thousand times in a row continuously. Streaming caretaking. I’ve spent a great deal of my lifetime learning how not to caretake. Of course my learning doesn’t stick and I have to caretake myself continuously. Contiguous caretaking.
Then again, there’s nobody to tell me I can’t caretake myself.
My expertise with obsessions, bad habits, uptight behaviors, and over the top thinking all comes to a head during the holiday season. The only way to get me to shut up and outta your face is send me to a mood altering gathering.
The one nearest our house is a newcomers meeting. Christmas Eve we will have the kids here, the bah-humbug daughter too, and we will take Marie and MMmmmmmmmmm home after dinner via as many lights as we can find. By Christmas morning, we will need a heavy dose of laughter….at ourselves. I’m sure we will be able to find it down the hill among those who are just learning that AA is a good way to start life anew.
Mixing in laughter with pratfalls is a good way of life, indeed.
The tree robed in red and gold, 2004.