“Live and let live” was the topic at a recent speaker meeting. This simple phrase got me to do a 180 turn with my frustration with a person / situation. The frustration over several days got my brain back into that crazy thinking that there was an outlet in a bottle, a glass, just a sip. No, I didn’t go there but you know how it is when your brain starts getting all worked up over something and finding a way out of the mania is a foggy path.
Both drinking and sober, I’ve found that I’m a bit of a control freak. Mind you, it seems I’ve been this way for years, and I’m the last one at the party to recognize it. Drinking, the need to control the access to alcohol, to make just the right plans to allow for pre-drinking, to know that if I control everything ever so properly that I’d be able to continue with my charade of normalcy. Sober, its crazy how that control freak still rears its ugly head. You see, for six months I headed up a team of women raising money and awareness for a big cause & event. Planning took a lot of time because we were new to working together, yet we each grew in valuable ways through the process. With just two weeks left before the event, a team member drastically changed her role and every day seemed to have drama that inevitably turned the energy to her. My carefully made plans were going all loopy and it just ticked me off. Brooding day and night was my brain’s activity.
And then there was the solution, simple as can be, laid out there for everyone at the meeting to mull over. Live and let live. It was the mental kick in the pants that was needed. 24 hours later, I was calm and the desire to handle the situation by numbing myself had passed. The event weekend was marvelous. Using the mantra of live and let live let me keep my focus on the big picture. I’ve ever so thankful that the message was there and that I was willing to listen.