17 years sober. 9.9.01.
My first thought of gratitude for the day was for my forever sponsor, Ray. He’ll always be there if I need him, in the flesh or not. Ray’s no longer on this earth, but he was there when I walked into my first meeting. Shortly after I’d moved back to my hometown, after being gone for over 25 years, I decided to get sober. In my hometown. I highly recommend this if you need help with that fearless personal inventory.
After about a week, Ray nicknamed me Humble Pie. Hilarious, that guy. Ray is the first person who pointed out to me that other people’s judgements of me are about their relationships with themselves, not me. He may have stolen that from Buddha. I always accused him of stealing the smart stuff he said. He never cared.
I’m not sure where I’d be without him. For those first 7 years, while he was my rock, I didn’t have ANY friends who didn’t drink. Just him. When I whined about this to him, he laughed and told me to toughen up. He asked me which of my old friends I missed. That was hard to put a finger on.
Those first few years, I was SO angry. He walked me right through that. Allowed it, encouraged it, weighed it, taught me about it. Heck, I’m still angry. But not about the same things. That’s something.
Before I quit drinking, I was a teacher. As I moved through a series of post-teaching jobs, Ray kept telling me to keep my eye on the prize. I said I wanted to “make things.” What a feeling, making something from scratch. A blinking cursor offers me that now. The prize.
Every year of sobriety is different. That’s the only thing about it I know for sure. Looking back on what used to bother me versus now, is a trip. Here’s hoping I never stop learning.
Learning stops instantly when you say, “I know.”
Last week, Christopher Lawford, a recovery WARRIOR, died from a heart attack at age 63, after a hot yoga session. I haven’t seen one obituary without a headline about his “struggles” with drugs — though he’s been sober for 30 years, that seems to be his legacy. But in reality, he won the struggle. The incredible number of people he helped — that’s his legacy,
When I walked into one of those jobs I mentioned earlier, one of the women there said, “Oh, you’re Kitty Sheehan. I heard you used to be totally wild.” I’ll take that as my legacy.
One last thing. I almost didn’t write a blog post today. Cause you know, blah blah blah. Then I got an email from a former student of mine. From second grade! On John Lennon’s birthday a few years ago, she wrote me a letter, after she googled me. She never forgot how I had my class circle up on the floor so I could tell them about John Lennon, the day after he was killed. I didn’t even remember that. Thank god for young minds. She said she reads my post every year and hoped I would write one this year. So this is for you, Dawn H, in Iowa. Love to you, always.
I’m off to celebrate! Much love to you, too.
This is so beautiful and wonderful and inspirational. I love you to pieces, Kitty Sheehan.
Thank you, Cheryl! I love you to pieces. xoxoxo
I know you as a wry wit who is brave and passionate about life and good causes. Someday I hope to hear or read about your journey to getting to this place. Glad to know you through FB, Kitty. xoxo
The feeling is mutual, dear Trish. Love to you.
Very inspiring for those of us who struggle with our own issues, Kitty. Thank you!
THANK YOU for taking the time to let me know, Will. Appreciate your friendship. Take care.
Thank you for sharing your journey, Kitty. You are amazing and I congratulate you for 17 truthful years.
Thank you, Barbara, THANK YOU.
You are truly wonderful. I am glad I know you. Happy #17!
THANK YOU, DAN! The feeling is mutual!