There is no final destination...
 

Sometimes I catch myself thinking....

If I moved to that place, I would be happier.
If I had more money, I would feel secure.
If I was a better partner, I wouldn't be alone.
If I just did more, I would be more.

But there is no destination, it's the journey that is worth living now.

I like where I live, it is home.
I have enough money, I am grateful.
I am healing now, a partner will appear when I'm ready.
I am doing enough, I am on the journey of sobriety and healing.

When you find yourself always thinking that the grass is greener over there.....tend to your own garden, You have arrived. Just be.

I needed to remind myself of these things tonight, there is no real destination, life is the journey.

Thanks for listening.

:thanks WF

Sober ~ 2/1/18

Very wise perspective, gratitude is something I focus on daily. Every now and then I catch myself being envious, and then quickly remember to be grateful for what I have.

We hear a lot about acceptance and your post touches on that topic . Once I accepted conditions as they were - alcoholism - and took the action needed to support sobriety changes occurred. Regardless of having enough money, liking where I live or having a bad day , I remain an alcoholic. When I have a good day, I'm an alcoholic having a good day.

The journey is making sure I do what is necessary each day to support my sobriety and help others.

Good job on 4 plus months of sobriety

Great post! Great wisdom; we always get what we need it just may not be what we want at that moment. Acceptance and surrender to life as is is key to contented, grateful sobriety in my experience.

Love it, and 100% agree.

The day I realized my happiness would never come from anywhere outside of me was the most terrifying, yet empowering of my life.

I may want other things, but if I can't be happy without them, I will never be happy with them.

:c011:

and what resonating words they were WF

Thank you.

A friend, also in recovery posted a text written by a billionaire- who recently died in his early 50's because of a terminal condition. He shared material stuff and money mean squat- it is what we have inside, how we use 'this moment' as it is the only one we truly will ever have.