Loosid Sober Tip of the Day May 10

Sober Tips
#1

Why me vs. Why Me

Many times, people ask to themselves, ‘Why did this happen to me?’ … ‘Why did I have to be an alcoholic (or addict)’ …‘Why can’t I drink?’… Why can I not control my drinking when so many people can?’

It is incredibly important to remember, there are two ways you can approach ‘why me’

There is another side of why me.

‘Why am I so lucky to have the ability to get better when so many others don’t?’

‘Why am I so lucky that I have a disease that is 100% treatable so long as I work a program on a daily basis?’

‘Why was I able to get the gifts of the program while so many other people are sick and suffering.’

‘Why am I so lucky to change my life and live in service to others… and to the same people I used to hurt?’

Choose to pick the right ‘why me’ today. If you are reading this it means you have started your journey to build a beautiful life

How did this tip resonate with you? Let us know your thoughts below. What’s your why me? There are many people in the Loosid community who need to hear what you have to say.

With Love, Loosid :pray::heart:

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#3

I've spoken many times about the value of perspective. For me, the pessimist and the optimist are great examples of the differing attitudes/perspectives. To be quite honest, we can all slip from one extreme to the other, from time to time.

When I'm practicing self-care, including attending meetings and working on my inside, my ability to switch my perspective is much greater.

Here's a little story about the difference between a pessimist and an optimist that a former US President used to tell.
(It's ALL about perspective :yellow_heart:)

The joke concerns twin boys of five or six. Worried that the boys had developed extreme personalities — one was a total pessimist, the other a total optimist — their parents took them to a psychiatrist.

First the psychiatrist treated the pessimist. Trying to brighten his outlook, the psychiatrist took him to a room piled to the ceiling with brand-new toys. But instead of yelping with delight, the little boy burst into tears. “What’s the matter?” the psychiatrist asked, baffled. “Don’t you want to play with any of the toys?” “Yes,” the little boy bawled, “but if I did I’d only break them.”

Next the psychiatrist treated the optimist. Trying to dampen his out look, the psychiatrist took him to a room piled to the ceiling with horse manure. But instead of wrinkling his nose in disgust, the optimist emitted just the yelp of delight the psychiatrist had been hoping to hear from his brother, the pessimist. Then he clambered to the top of the pile, dropped to his knees, and began gleefully digging out scoop after scoop with his bare hands. “What do you think you’re doing?” the psychiatrist asked, just as baffled by the optimist as he had been by the pessimist. “With all this manure,” the little boy replied, beaming, “there must be a pony in here somewhere!”

Are you going to look for the pony in all the shyte in life, or are you going to give up and cry about what has happened or what could happen in the future?

Now where is that dmn pony!? :grin:

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#4

This is awesome! Love it!

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#5

Thank you, Debbie :heart: