Thursday, July 29, 2010

What someone else thinks of me is none of my business...

I am a little off today. Just mild grumpiness. Maybe that comes with the territory of being an alcoholic in recovery. I just dropped my son off at Laguardia and he seems stressed out. Mean even or is it he is just short tempered? Or am I just getting old? (I am 60 after all) and maybe the rolls change so much. He has been married for 3 years to a beautiful girl and maybe to have to see your mother is just some reminder of how far you have come. Threatening? What goes on? I would love to know? Am I annoying? I am learning to listen. Maybe I am just not cool anymore. But one thing I am learning in AA is wonderful (actually I am learning a million things...) but one of them is that what anyone else thinks of me is none of my business. Its true. If I am to be true to myself I hope people like me (especially my son) but at this moment if there is something going on with him and he doesnt solicit my advise then I have to just sit quietly. I dont want anymore drama. God knows there was enough of it when I was drinking. But it is 3 and a half years now and I am actually becoming a grown up. A sober woman of dignity and honor is what I strive to be and some days I get closer than others. Yesterday I was mad at my son for being curt with me. Just not nice. He was basically an asshole. Very self centered and all head as they say. But he is 34 and I guess that is what happens. I need to cut him some slack and remember that I adore him and he is probably working very hard--too hard? and just on a tight reed. One little thing knocks him off. So what I am learning (painfully) is he can be whatever he is and I ache for him and hope he finds his way smoothly but if I am really taking care of myself the way that I should be I will be solid. And just me. Un knock offable. I should probably go to a meeting. I hate that feeling of churning stomach. And just feelaing mildly restless, irritable or discontent. But for the most part I was feeling better today. Late to work.!

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