Truncating My Trip Outs
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Truncating My Trip Outs
My flight out of town was delayed. Instead of getting upset, I was glad I could work a bit late neatening up loose ends. Then it got delayed a bit more, so I spent 15 minutes purging my email and watching the flight online. When the latest departure time seemed to be sticking, I was grateful to have time to pop into a local restaurant and eat there rather than airport junk!
At the airport, I walked over a mile so I almost hit my 10,000 steps just patiently pushing my rolling suitcase up and down and up and down the concourse.
In the past, I would have been worrying over the delay and the downstream effects in a heart-racing negative manner.
When I arrived, my enmeshed sib had lost track of my flight and was still at her house.
So I walked some MORE! Ha ha ha! In the car, my sib made a series of increasingly crazy statements on motivations on various family members... I was ready with some vague responses to not engage, but one was SO outlandish I was just shocked and said, "Why would anyone expect X to buy Z a house?!" 
But then I realized I no longer spent much time tripping out about others' internal thoughts! The whole car ride was surreal and I was so grateful to be no longer quite so codependent!
Today my flight home was delayed and I was stuck on the Tarmac. So instead of getting edgy about the late start for my fun day back home, I pulled out my meditation app and practiced for a half hour! Then I pulled out the Step 11 stuff and worked on that...
Then I started to read a book and I can tell it is going to be good... I just love starting a book and knowing it is worth not rushing to the end. I was just able to make the best of it and soon enough I landed safely home.
When I got home, my teen DS was still sleeping anyway! So it worked out perfectly being late. He was not a crank and we had a fun afternoon together.
But the oddest thing was RAH sent me a text stating he had rescheduled our marriage counseling session from tonight until April. I really wanted to be ticked off. I really wanted to march in there and flay him tonight. But his reasoning was right, I was beat by 7 PM. It just wasn't mean to happen today.
Recovery has touched my life in ripples far beyond life with RAH.
At the airport, I walked over a mile so I almost hit my 10,000 steps just patiently pushing my rolling suitcase up and down and up and down the concourse.
In the past, I would have been worrying over the delay and the downstream effects in a heart-racing negative manner.
When I arrived, my enmeshed sib had lost track of my flight and was still at her house.
So I walked some MORE! Ha ha ha! In the car, my sib made a series of increasingly crazy statements on motivations on various family members... I was ready with some vague responses to not engage, but one was SO outlandish I was just shocked and said, "Why would anyone expect X to buy Z a house?!" But then I realized I no longer spent much time tripping out about others' internal thoughts! The whole car ride was surreal and I was so grateful to be no longer quite so codependent!Today my flight home was delayed and I was stuck on the Tarmac. So instead of getting edgy about the late start for my fun day back home, I pulled out my meditation app and practiced for a half hour! Then I pulled out the Step 11 stuff and worked on that...
Then I started to read a book and I can tell it is going to be good... I just love starting a book and knowing it is worth not rushing to the end. I was just able to make the best of it and soon enough I landed safely home.When I got home, my teen DS was still sleeping anyway! So it worked out perfectly being late. He was not a crank and we had a fun afternoon together.
But the oddest thing was RAH sent me a text stating he had rescheduled our marriage counseling session from tonight until April. I really wanted to be ticked off. I really wanted to march in there and flay him tonight. But his reasoning was right, I was beat by 7 PM. It just wasn't mean to happen today.
Recovery has touched my life in ripples far beyond life with RAH.
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Airport rage. Totally understandable.
When I came home from Iraq, I had to take off my boots, dog tags and my belt and walk through a m-fing metal detector just to see my kid (DS 13, who was 5 at the time).
My ex husband (the dead one) left me waiting in the airport for an hour.
And that was back before I had any type of recovery. I think the fact that I was coming home from a war zone made it slightly OK, because I was ready to cut moronic civilians some slack.
Glad your trip was bearable CJ. You maintained your serenity and no one died. Great success!
P.S. TSA can suck it.
When I came home from Iraq, I had to take off my boots, dog tags and my belt and walk through a m-fing metal detector just to see my kid (DS 13, who was 5 at the time).
My ex husband (the dead one) left me waiting in the airport for an hour.
And that was back before I had any type of recovery. I think the fact that I was coming home from a war zone made it slightly OK, because I was ready to cut moronic civilians some slack.
Glad your trip was bearable CJ. You maintained your serenity and no one died. Great success!
P.S. TSA can suck it.
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Good for you! It's easy to see why business trips are a challenge for those in early sobriety. SOOO many aggravations, not to mention booze EVERYWHERE--in the airport, on the plane, at dinner meetings/receptions. I'm SO glad I was three years in before my current job started.
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