tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414162640826546519.post6761218179858698177..comments2023-10-16T10:51:31.220-04:00Comments on Food for a Black Dog: Time for Some Block Rockin' Beats...Punchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557907722052277183noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414162640826546519.post-81045415953733263432011-02-03T19:23:33.471-05:002011-02-03T19:23:33.471-05:00"How do you cope?"
Personally, my first..."How do you cope?"<br /><br />Personally, my first line of defense is always a gratitude list. A well-trained, long-term 12 Stepper, this is hardly an original answer, and yet there you have it.<br /><br />This story tells it all. When I had about 16 years clean I signed up to go to (basically, the equivalent of) food treatment. I was at the tiny airport in time but had been waiting at the wrong airlines' counter. By the time I corrected my mistake there were no more employees manning the desk. I watched my plane finish boarding & then fly off without me.<br /><br />I worked to re-ground myself. I started a gratitude list, rote, out of a well ingrained habit. "I'd rather watch my plane fly off without me than... (what would be worse than that?) 1. I could be decapitated." <br /><br />Suddenly I laughed & laughed. Compared to decapitation, missing a plane... or even NEEDING to go to food treatment... really didn't seem like much of a big deal any more. <br /><br />I finished off my list of 10, then did 25, and was in fine shape to face the rest of the day after that.<br /><br />I arrived at treatment a few hours later. I'd missed nothing; they'd even saved an evening meal.<br /><br />The gratitude list gave me better perspective about my situation so that the catastrophic situation then seemed not really that horrific.Jayne Doughhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08905811493542579887noreply@blogger.com