Hiya peeps.
I just watched a documentary about ultramarathoners who run (walk) the four deserts. It's something around 1000 kms. (4 Deserts Official Website)
What struck me, besides the fact that they're completely nuts, is the dedication (obviously) but also the fact that when they fail, they still keep walking. I mean, you can't stop walking. They count their steps, for sure, but always with the eyes on the goal. (The next rest area. The next hill. The next step.)
Counting days never worked for me. Partly because I'm way too ADD to actually keep track, but also because feeling like a failure feeds my particular brand of alcoholism. On the other hand, I count everything. Pages I need to read, for example. And I time everything. "Just 5 more mother lovin' minutes of reading about wound dehiscence and I'll be FREE!" That kind of thing keeps me feeling accomplished and motivated.
If counting makes you feel accomplished, then YAY. But if it makes you feel badly about yourself, then hmmmm. Nothing feeds that beast more than feeling like shite about oneself.
And here's another thing: Once I was free of the compulsion and craving, I could see that it was the total amount of time I spent making the effort to battle the disease. Not just trying to be abstinent, but trying so damn hard to get free. It still makes me feel like a super-hero. And that includes the biggest lesson I most easily forget: To be gentle with me.
Cheers.
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