Moving on . . .

Welcome, warm weather, spring flowers, bird songs.  We have left behind a long, cold winter; snow, sleet, freezing rain, hazardous travel conditions.  Time to pull out the summer wardrobe; shorts, bathing suits, flip flops, How grand it feels to step outside into warm temperatures, no jackets, no gloves, no scarves.  Instead, it's sunglasses and sunscreen.  There's a feeling of freedom, of being able to accomplish the impossible.

Happy times are here again.  Sharing the beginning of Section Three and moving on...

"There comes a day, and you really don’t know when it actually occurs, that you have to make a decision.  Stay in the hopelessness of yesterday where your misery is, if not comfortable, at least familiar?  Just like the squirrel that will turn back in the path of an oncoming car trying frantically to get back to where it started from in  familiar territory only to be run down by the car – when safety was just inches away?  Or will you refuse to look back, unwilling to continue inside the trap that has held a painful grip on your past, refusing to fall victim to the oncoming slaughter? 

For me, I decided to continue on the path into the unknown future, to embrace the painful changes that would come.  I had sought out every method of recovery I knew about; Al-Anon was so important in my recovery.  Yes, I use the word “recovery”:  Alcoholism and drug addiction are not just diseases of the obvious victim; families are equally at risk of becoming victims.  I wished no longer to exist in bondage.

Eventually, there came a time when I found myself feeling once again the sunshine on my face, hearing the song of the birds, drinking in the beauty of nature.  Laughing, feeling tenderness, reaching out to the new day without the feeling of impending doom – the feeling of doom that I had lived with for far too many years.  Life was returning.  Slowly, but it was returning."

 Check this one out...  Satchmo blows it and Ella blows it away!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MIDOEsQL7lA