I have seven months of sobriety… This month could be a year celebration. But it’s not. I chose to take that drink last summer and I am exactly where I'm supposed to be. I don't like to put blame on others for this disease. That would be like moving to LA and chain smoking and blaming God for the gift of cancer. You can chose to play the victim role or you can chose to accept and acknowledge and… fix it ~That’s the path I have chosen. I’m the problem, not alcohol. I need to fix me. Simple.
A woman committed suicide at our hotel Thursday night. She was found in the bathtub;overdosed on pain pills.The rumors between co-workers are endless. But she made it known she was fighting with her husband. ~We make courtesy calls to every guest shortly after their check-in to insure quality. She left us with this.
Five years ago to this month there was another suicide at this hotel, same room-141.
I don’t understand what’s so seductive about being a victim. We brace the sense of being a victim almost to the extent that it blinds us to the pain of others. It’s like a suit of clothes that’s so comfortable today!
My mom tells me about Mother's Day dinner with the family... My brother-n-law's dad was watching a documentary about the Aztec Tribe on the history channel. They were educated on the origin of my ancestors last night.
This is embarrassing...
Brother-n-law's dad... "You mean to tell me the Aztecs didn't originate in Mexico!?"
And not to mention she "proof read" my college paper on our ancestors for an archeology class a couple of years ago.