Accepting Life on Life’s Terms

Accepting Life on Life’s Terms

Today’s blog entry is from Steve Ellis.  Steve is a member of Café RE.

Accepting Life on Life’s Terms

By: Steve Ellis

Accepting Life on Life’s Terms, January 19,2025

The Excitement of a Long-Awaited Trip

Sometimes, life has its own way of reminding us that no matter how much we plan, control is an illusion. This was one of those days. We woke up this morning, bright-eyed and excited, knowing the wife and I were taking a trip to Alaska from our home in Pennsylvania. The anticipation was palpable—we had been looking forward to this adventure for many months after Heather won the trip at a work event. Out trip package included Dog Sledding, two nights at one resort and another two nights at a ski resort near Anchorage with a Northern Lights excursion. What sealed the deal for us was two free round trip airline tickets were included in the package on Alaska Airlines from Philadelphia to Anchorage and back.  

Weather Worries and an Optimistic Start

But as anyone who’s traveled knows, plans often change. And today, our travel story took a turn that no one could have predicted.

It all started with the weather. The forecast had warned us that conditions might be challenging because snow was predicted in our area calling for 3”-6” between 10am and 10pm typical weather prediction, but we figured we’d manage. After all, we were heading to Alaska, right? A place known for its unpredictable elements by its own right. But little did we know, the weather wouldn’t be the biggest hurdle of the day. Timing—good old timing—would take center stage. We left early enough to give us plenty of cushion for traffic and the elements. We left out house at 1:30pm for a 6:30pm flight. 

Airport Delays and a Long Wait

We learned there was only one flight a day from Philly to Seattle connecting on to Alaska. However, the timing of our trip turned out to be much more than we bargained for. The check-in counter didn’t open until 4 p.m., two full hours later than we had anticipated. At least we weren’t in a rush, right? So we decided to grab a bite to eat. With 90 minutes to kill, we found a nearby place, hoping to relax before the flight.

After a satisfying meal without any alcohol and we had to sit at the bar, we returned to the airport with a little extra time on our hands. We checked in, handed over our bags, and received our boarding passes without a hitch. Feeling somewhat relieved, we proceeded through TSA and now found ourselves with another 90 minutes to kill before boarding.

We found a place to sit away from any bars, and noise. To pass the time I continued watching the Eagles game on my phone and Heather took the opportunity to nap.— We were in good spirits, knowing that, despite any delays we would remain calm and positive, we’d soon be boarding a plane headed for Alaska.

A Shocking Announcement at the Gate

Or so we thought.

After a few more rounds of game-watching and napping, we made our way to the gate. As we settled in, we got an unexpected announcement. Agent from the counter, would the Heather Ellis party come see me at the counter. We assumed it was a routine check-in, perhaps even an upgrade. But instead, we were told the most frustrating news: Agent, I’m sorry but your tickets aren’t valid.

Confusion and Frustration

How is that even possible?

Alaska Airlines had issued our boarding passes, taken our bags, and confirmed our flight. We had chosen our seats, ordered food, and were ready to go. How could our tickets suddenly be invalid? The agent didn’t have much of an explanation. She did try to help by contacting reservations. Despite our confusion, we were told we couldn’t board. They suggested we buy new tickets, but the problem was—our tickets were already purchased as part of a travel package. So, the idea of buying more tickets wasn’t just impractical; it was unnecessary.

After a lot of back-and-forth with the agent and even some conversations with reservations, we presented all our documents from the travel agent and vouchers ect. we came to a heartbreaking realization: there was no getting on that flight. We had no choice but to go home and, of course, this led to another round of frustration as we had to make our way to baggage claim.

The Journey Home in Disappointment

Another 45 minutes passed before we were reunited with our bags. Thank goodness for AirTags, or we might still be waiting to track them down. Once we got our luggage, it was time to figure out what to do next. Parking fees didn’t help the mood. We had already spent $28 for 7 hours of parking $65.00 for lunch and now we had to face the inevitable—driving home in snowy weather through traffic filled with possible drunk Eagles fans. Good times, right?

A Silver Lining in Sobriety

But as we finally got home safe, a bit angry and very disappointed, something dawned on me. I looked over at Heather, and I said, “You know, things happen for a reason. I mean, think about it—there was a time when we might have handled this very differently. Four and half years ago, we would’ve gone from terminal to terminal, hitting the bars, drinking away the time, pre-gaming for the flight. We would’ve made the situation far worse. I know I would have lost my shit at the agent, caused a huge embarrassing scene, might of gotten arrested for drunk disorderly conduct or worse. We would have had to drive home in the snow angry, drunk and yelling at each other. It would not have been a good.”

And that’s when I realized: in a way, today was a victory for my sobriety, I stayed calm, I kept it together. I didn’t get thrown off by the chaos, and because of that, I was still able to drive home safely. It was a true testament on how far I’ve come on my journey and how I’ve learned to except live on life’s terms. 

Looking Ahead

We will get our chance to go to Alaska eventually.

Safe travels, everyone—may your journeys be smoother than ours!  

Steve Ellis/ Blue/PA

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Paddle Downstream 🛶

Paddle Downstream 🛶

Which way are you paddling?

 

I was listening to an audio book recently, The Astonishing Power of Emotions,  that introduced an analogy I wanted to share with you all.

Imagine there is a stream of well-being. Imagine that you show up to the stream with your canoe and you get in. Once you are in, you have two choices, you are either paddling upstream or downstream.

Going upstream requires you to hold on tightly to the oars. It requires you to paddle as hard as you can.

Going downstream requires you to actually stop trying, in fact: you can even let go of the oars, grab a bag of spicy chili mango, and enjoy the view.

The more you go with the flow, the more you allow for the stream of well-being to work for you.

Alright, try not to overthink this, stay with me and let’s apply it to sobriety.

Imagine the stream is your alcohol-free journey. You want to finally get rid of this toxic relationship you have with booze and you are willing to do whatever it takes.

When you are paddling upstream, you are working hard, going to meetings, checking in with your community, not drinking… and that is all amazing. But, what you are also doing, is sometimes getting frustrated because things aren’t going the way you wanted them. “Isn’t life without alcohol supposed to be better? Why am I still having cravings? I shouldn’t be feeling this way. This is hard. I can’t do this. My friends and family don’t support me.”

Anyone felt this way before?

The contrast of this, is paddling downstream. And this is a choice. Yes we have to engage in our attempts, exercise our physical agency to do the things we need to do, like: going to meetings, checking in with your community and not drinking. But how can we practice letting go of the oars and allowing the magic of sobriety to happen to us? When you paddle downstream, you may have negative thoughts and negative feelings – but you deliberately choose to recognize them and then diminish them. For example: you are upset that your friend who knows you are attempting sobriety keeps inviting you to a bar. “Doesn’t he get it? Is that what a good friend would do?” These thoughts are upstream thoughts. You can detect the and do the best that you can to turn your canoe downstream.

How do to do this? Choose a thought that brings more relief than the thought you are already having. Yes my feelings are hurt, yes I am disappointed at my friend. But how can I feel better about the situation vs worse? Maybe you can choose to think: he does not know he is hurting my feelings and perhaps he is struggling since he misses his drinking buddy. Whatever thought you choose to have doesn’t have to be the solution to the problem or the absolute truth, it should simply bring you some sort of relief vs fuel your negative emotion.

Thoughts that fuel your negative emotions (which will inevitably happen to all of us) are upstream thoughts. And thoughts that fuel your positive or neutral emotions are downstream thoughts.

I am not trying to promote toxic positivity, the overwhelming feelings that we experience while on this journey are A LOT. I do want to highlight how much power we have over them though. You can 100% make yourself feel better or feel worse, at any given moment, with the thoughts that you choose. Don’t add more weight to the backpack of sobriety. Focus on feeling good, you are doing something AMAZING for yourself. Keep reminding yourself of that. What you focus on expands.

Who wants to try paddling downstream with me?

Always rooting for you, RE!
xoxo

Odette

Gambling…the Addiction Hidden in Plain Sight 

Gambling…the Addiction Hidden in Plain Sight 

Today’s blog entry is from Bobbie Malatesta.  Bobbie has been a member of Café RE since February 2020.

Gambling…the Addiction Hidden in Plain Sight

By: Bobbie Malatesta (Café RE UP)

 

If you’ve met me in the community or heard me share, you probably know this about me. My first drug of choice was gambling addiction.  My sobriety followed 999 days later, sort of by accident. When I was preparing to go to Asia with our Recovery Elevator family, I was following the request to have 30 days without alcohol before going to an RE event.   For the sake of today’s conversation, the rest is history.

 

I probably should have ditched the booze when I went to rehab in 2017 for gambling, but I wasn’t ready at the time.  A few people actually asked if I was going to treatment for the alcohol or the gambling problem.  It wasn’t time for me to quit drinking then, but I am happy to report that I attribute some of the skills I acquired through that journey to helping me stay sober today.

 

This scenario of being both a problem gambler and drinker simultaneously isn’t unique to me. That’s what prompted me to write this. Although drinking is a substance and gambling is a behavior, they share one important thing in common…they’re both normalized in the world we live in.

 

Legalized online gambling is in more states now than it isn’t.  During that Asia trip, I unknowingly walked into a casino because they directed us there to use the restrooms.  At an Recovery Elevator Atlanta meetup, the gas station had five slot machines. While driving through Montana to get to the Recovery Elevator Bozeman Retreat, I saw mini casinos at many of the gas stations along the way.

In every convenience store and grocery store, we can get powerball or scratcher tickets.  At work, you can gamble on brackets or join in lottery pools, at fundraisers you can participate in raffles and the list goes on.

 

Gambling is deeply ingrained in our society, and the problem keeps worsening.  I believe I gambled for the same reasons I drank,  to numb and escape. Not every person who has or had a challenging relationship with alcohol will have one with gambling, but it is important to shine the light on the possibility.

 

My intention for sharing my thoughts on this was let you know a couple key points. 

  • Gambling is everywhere and it can be  dangerous
  • There are resources and help out there- Facebook communities, podcasts, national and state agencies and so much more.
  • We are probably a bit higher risk than those who don’t have addictive behaviors on their resume
  • It’s not about the money

 

It is my mission to raise awareness around problem gambling and if you ever have any questions, please feel free to contact me. 203-565-5646

 

One of my favorite premises that Paul shares is the concept of identifying the problem.  He says in relation to alcohol, that if we are asking ourselves if we might have a problem, then we might have a problem.  The people who don’t have the issue, usually aren’t questioning themselves.  

 

I truly appreciate Recovery Elevator for the opportunity to share this message!

With Love and Gratitude,

Bobbie 

 

Not Much Can Grow in the Dark  

Not Much Can Grow in the Dark  

Today’s blog entry is from Kristie K.  Kristie has been a member of Café RE since December 31, 2019.  She can be found supporting her fellow Café RE GO members and hosting our Café RE chats.

Not Much Can Grow in the Dark

By:  Kristie K. (Café RE GO)

1.12.24

During these Winter months night time darkness cuts the daylight dramatically.  The short days are gray and cold.  Darkness when I wake.  Darkness when I sleep.  I can not change these things of nature but I can change myself and my perspective.  I knew the darkness of nature was coming, so I mentally prepared and took action in writing this.  

 

When I was drinking, many of my days were dark.  My world was dark.  My soul was dark. 

There was not much to look forward to other than the next drink.  It was a cycle of wanting and needing the next drink.  I drank the dark.  The world was heavy and dark as I attempted to do everything for the good of the family, community or students.   My life was a daily grind filled with to dos, lists and tasks.  Always in a rush, I gave of myself, my time and my energy.  No self. Instead of breathing, I was drinking.  I rarely took a moment to breathe.  I neglected myself, forgot who I was and slowly I began to die within.  The darkness grew.  

 

Funny thing about the darkness of addiction, it only let me see what it wanted me to see and not my true reality. 

My perception was framed by an addiction black bubble that protected itself and forced me to keep it alive. As the addiction grew, so did the black bubble.  It darkened and blacked out people, activities, opportunities and the joy from my life.  At the center of this bubble was loneliness, anxiety, depression, self loathing and an empty bottle.  Others did not see this because I was busy pleasing them.  I was helping, offering, volunteering, coaching, fundraising and performing as your classic high functioning addict…another darkness strategy.  

 

Now, I spend every morning with myself. 

I write, read and reflect.  I spend about 30 minutes alone in the morning with myself and myself only.  My daily intention is to connect with the light.  The light that is constant, warm and wraps me in love.   This connection grounds me in values, principles and love.  This connection helps me see how life is working for me and I have much to be grateful.  This light reminds me that I have light within me through strengths, skills and talents.  I can use these to create more love, kindness and goodness into the world.  The light is constant, warm and bright.  

 

With this daily practice, I was and still able to face the darkness.  I was able to face my addiction through this daily practice by finally taking action after many years of denial.  I started to listen to podcasts and read about alcohol.  After about a year of journaling,  I joined Cafe RE  and attended my first AA meeting.  

 

Darkness is part of life.  Darkness is natural and will continue to be a part of life.  Addiction showed me darkness and provided me light, love, friends, peace and a return to self.  Mother Nature provides me darkness, to retreat and rest so I can renew within.   I accept and respect the darkness.  Not much can grow in the dark…so I chose to seek the light.  Will you join me?

 

Surise on ?

Kristie 

Sobriety, Stigmas, and Smiles

Sobriety, Stigmas, and Smiles

Today’s blog entry is from Justine.  Justine has been a member of Café RE since November 2023.  She can be found supporting her fellow Café RE UP members and on the Café RE chats.

Sobriety, Stigmas and Smiles

By:  Justine (Café RE UP)

 

As I sit here today, I am 2 years and 11 months sober.  A few months ago, I decided to tackle the daunting task of beginning to date again.  As if dating in your thirties isn’t hard enough, I am one of the chosen ones who must add “alcoholic” to my resume. I know some people choose not to embrace that label.  When I first started my sober journey, I wouldn’t be caught dead calling myself an alcoholic.

But where I stand today, I say it purposefully.
I want anyone I tell that to to know that if they ever see me drinking, there is a serious problem.
Just another way to keep myself accountable.

 

Anyway, I digress. The point is, when I decided to date, I knew that I would have to share the part of my past I so desire to change, my alcoholism. It is something I bring up in the first conversation.  I began seeing someone exclusively for the past five weeks.  A few days ago, he let me know that he could no longer do it because it weighed too heavily on his mind to know that if I were to relapse, he could never support me through it.  Phew! As an outsider, you’re probably thinking I dodged a bullet.  And deep down, I know that I did.

 

Here is the thing. My first reaction was that of sickness. What a punch to the gut to know that something I have worked so hard to change about myself can STILL stand in the way of my happiness.  For the last 1,072 days, I have woken up and made the incredibly difficult choice to remain sober. 

 

If I could go back and re-write my past, I would do it in a heartbeat;  But I can’t.  My past is the one thing I will never be able to change.  This experience served to remind me that the stigma of alcoholism still exists so prevalently in our society.  It felt like someone was telling me that I will forever be undeserving of (their) love because I am an alcoholic. That no matter the length of time I have away from the bottle, there will always be someone there to remind me, “But hey, you might relapse.” 

 

I’ve been reflecting a lot on coming up on three years of sustained sobriety.  I’ve shared in a few evening groups about how difficult it feels to have achieved so little in what seems like so much time. In the Café RE community chat today,  I listened while others reflected on change within sobriety.  I changed a lot in the beginning.  My appearance, my career, my location.  Still, I am not where I want to be.  The truth of the matter is, it took me more than a decade to ruin these parts of my life.  So, I’m not sure why I have the audacity to think I can rebuild it in just three short years.

 

Instead of dwelling on what I don’t yet have, I started to reflect on what I do have.

  • I have two sisters who love and support me unconditionally, who understand and are always willing to lend an ear.
  • I have my health and the ability to run long distances with relative ease.
  • I have perspective on my problems.
  • I have coping mechanisms other than alcohol to deal with those problems.
  • I have the ability to be present in the moment and a proper role model for my nieces.
  • I have two fur babies who provide me with the most comfort I have ever felt.
  • I have a job that pays me.
  • I have a roof over my head, food to eat, clothes to wear and the ability to order off Amazon a few too many times per month.

I have my personality and most importantly, I have my smile back.

 

In active addiction, I did not have many of those things I just mentioned. When I write it all out, how foolish it is to think that I haven’t achieved much in sobriety! Here is my reminder to you. If you are struggling with the “why” and want to take the easy way out, write down all the things you might lose again. Despite not yet being completely “fixed”, I would never in a million years wish to go back to my old life.  I want to take a second to thank everyone in the Recovery Elevator community for being a part of my journey. At the beginning, I was most definitely a dry drunk.

If I could start over and do one thing differently, it would have been to join a community sooner. What great perspectives I gain every day from every single share. Here’s to many more years of sobriety and smiles. 

Playing The Tape Forward: A Foundation For My Sobriety

Playing The Tape Forward: A Foundation For My Sobriety

Today’s blog entry is from Johanna C.  Johanna has been a member of Café RE since September 2023.   Sha has been an active and supportive member of her Café RE Blue group and our Café RE chats!

 

Playing The Tape Forward: A Foundation For My Sobriety

By:  Johanna C. (Café RE Blue)

 

Through the course of a sobriety journey, we’ve become accustomed to the concept of building a tool kit. Stacking together concepts, ideas, and ways of coping that don’t include alcohol as a way to navigate to a better life and get closer to our true selves. 

 

There are sobriety phrases, some albeit corny or even annoying. 

 

For me, it’s the “grateful alcoholic” identity (ps I am getting comfortable with the word grateful as it relates to my sobriety journey). There may be one (or more) that are uncomfortable or downright piss you off. One concept that I learned from Paul & the Recovery Elevator POD, that still to this day, 3 months in (today, November 18th), on an extended 3+year effort towards an AF life, is playing the tape forward. Episode 356: Play the Tape Forward. 

 

 

It’s not so much a phrase, but a tool, a strategy.

 

A mechanism through which we can move through our addiction and keep saying YES to an AF life. Despite our time away from alcohol, there are moments or even extended periods of time when we feel like a life with alcohol isn’t so bad, that we can moderate. The fear of missing out is too great and the loss of that idealistic, glamorized life with a fancy glass of wine, a craft beer or a seductive cocktail with fancy elixirs mixed in, is what we want. It’s what we think we need to be complete. 

 

Or when the stress and sadness are too much, and we want to retreat into our safe space of numbing, alcohol is ready to accept that familiar role. The reality is, that space is not safe. There is no trust. It’s downright dangerous. 

 

And for those of us who have taken a step into the other side, regardless of sobriety time, see it. And the challenge now is to make it stick somehow. So…when we play the tape forward of what that life was like, it’s meant to stop us in our tracks and remember. Remember that all too familiar audio and visual representation of who we are when we’re drinking. The choices I made, the sick feeling I would feel, the events I would miss, the friends I would disappoint, the depression that would consume me – the list goes on. 

 

When we’re in it, we can’t see it. 

 

Of course, we experience and feel the booming headaches, the continuous, all-day nausea, the puffy face, the bloodshot eyes, the inner shame and fuzzy recollections of what occurred the night(s) prior.  I’ve come to realize, there is a strong sense of culture that paints that picture as an expected way of life. 

 

That it’s somehow funny to blackout.

 

Waking up not knowing what you did last night and that when we promise we’ll never drink again, it’s quite fine when we reach for the wine and wine glass the next weekend when happy hour hits. Social media is a breeding ground for insidious shit like that. We feel all of it and it sucks. But in the depths of alcohol and its tendrils that permeate every part of our being, when we’re using, it prevents any of us from seeing the other side. I’ve learned, in many ways, it’s chemically impossible. 

 

What playing the tape forward does is remind me. It grounds me. It calms me, in some way. For some, it terrifies them. It terrified me early on. It felt like there was too much to lose. 

 

Some of us feel like we would let our communities down. 

 

And now, after joining Cafe RE and participating actively for the last 2 months (I’m a newbie), in chats and outreaches to those who’ve lent a hand, I look at it this way: if I decide that drinking is most important now, as these feelings of re-inclusion come over me from time to time, then what does that mean? What do I have to give up? Who am I then? 

It means that I will not and cannot live authentically every moment of every day. 

That in a blink of a notice, if someone needs me, and I am drunk or drinking, I won’t be fully present.  Even though I may want to. It means that at some point, eventually, one glass will turn into bottles.  This will lead to paralyzing depression and anxiety, leaving me wondering, “How did I get here.” 

 

When we play the tape forward, we see the life we left.  We get the opportunity to choose an alcohol-free life every time.  A life of freedom and rid of the toxicity that drives us further and further away from who we really are.

 

Before I say this, please know that I am in no way suggesting to experiment.  The 8 months of “field research” that I engaged in after 1.5 years of sobriety in led me to the familiar line, “how did I get here (again)”.  It has taught me that it WILL eventually return to that point. It took some time, but I had reached that point, again, amidst a tragic loss. 

 

Alcohol fades our memories.

 

It dulls our feelings, loves us to live in gray versus technicolor. It feeds on us living in a depressive state. And that, I know (and we all know) is an indisputable fact. As I write this, I tear up with emotion. Reflecting on this 3+ year journey and the lessons it has allowed me to learn.   The space for me to, for the first time in my adult life, truly decide how I want to live.  And most importantly why I want to live that way.

 

I recently took advice from Laura McKowen, from her latest book ‘Push Off From Here.’ 

 

She writes about a practice she learned in therapy, a form of written visualization, where you play two different tapes forward (hmm… I thought there was only one…). Laura explains that you are to imagine a scenario where you would anticipate feeling that without alcohol/drinking, it would be incomplete, not fun, boring etc.

Then, with as much detail as possible, write each scenario out one at a time: one where you’re drinking as you would and one where you aren’t. Page 93 in Push Off From Here.

I chose Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Holy Shit was that wild. 

 

When I was drinking, those two days were ones that I would always regret, year in and year out. My first sober Christmas Eve and Day – a true milestone.  A moment I will always include in my preferred tape forward. Through this exercise, I was able to reflect on the tape that illustrates my life as an anxiety-ridden, unpredictable and obsessive drinker.  And then one where I am a present, joyful, thankful and gracious person.  One who loves spending time with their family during the holidays and cooking delicious meals, despite the stress it sometimes brings on. 

 

Writing it out, playing both tapes forward, as plain as day on paper, did wonderful things. It caused some things to shift. Mostly, it made space for me to be proud of the choice I’ve made to stay alcohol-free today.  It reminds me of the gifts it gives me each moment.  It empowers me to warrior on, closer to the person I already am. 

 

By Johanna C, 3 months sober (at the time of writing), most recent sober date August 18th, 2023. First ever sober date was June 22, 2020, a date I am proud of as well. I’ve been a member of Cafe RE since September 18th 2023.  That day was the day when I decided not to try sobriety alone ?