i found it!

writerfor the past 6 months, i have taken a long hard look at my drinking. after 4 months of sobriety, some a.a meetings, reading the a.a. “big book”, followed by a “slip” and then 2 months of introspection and experimentation, i think i understand my dealio.

there are many aspects of a.a. that i respect; it’s a free, not-for-profit, supportive place for people to gather and not drink together. it’s a simple, straightforward program that does not advertise or sell you shit you don’t need. there is comfort in being surrounded by others who are struggling with the same demons you are. they promote doing service to inspire humility and increase self esteem, which is very good advice.

a few problems i had with the program… step #1 states that “we are powerless over alcohol” and goes on to say that “no human power could have relieved our alcoholism”. this powerlessness won’t help to gain control of your life (or your drinking). i’ve learned that i can stop drinking if i choose to. it is a nasty habit that can be addictive and even fatal. but it’s a habit like any other than can be broken with the true desire to stop and actually making the choice to stop.

i take responsibility for my choices, good or bad, and that’s what builds character. i think it’s essential to be accountable to ourselves for the choices we make. also, because i don’t believe in god, i tried thinking of a mountain in north vancouver as my “higher power”. that didn’t really work for me.

i realized that i was drinking way too much, but even more important for me was figuring out why i was drinking heavily. i was avoiding dealing with issues and alcohol became my alibi. because i was busy drinking every night, i had no time to face and sort out my personal problems. drinking was the distraction i needed to avoid finding a serious career. it kept me from writing that book i’ve been yearning (but am also terrified) to write. if i drank enough, i didn’t have to be engaged with my kids or present in my own life. i could just tune out and avoid the things i didn’t feel like doing. i was a lazy mom for a long time and i truly regret that. those years can never be brought back and that breaks my heart.

i thank myself (not god or a mountain) for stopping long enough to see clearly what my life had become. i am currently drinking occasionally because i choose to, but not to get drunk and disappear from reality. alcohol has lost its power in my life because i have found something i like to do more than drink…write! so nowadays, i enjoy a beverage as one would appreciate a fancy dessert or a really good steak. moderation comes naturally because i don’t feel frustrated about the issues i was repressing.

i am focused on my writing, and have been lucky to get a blog-writing gig for a local yoga studio. i am dealing with my problems and allocating more time to what i love doing and have re-dedicated myself to achieving my creative goal: writing that damn book. my relationship with my kids remains great and i see them as a priority, not a burden.

augusten burroughs said it best:

“… a person needs to occupy the space in life drinking once filled with something more rewarding than the comfort and escape of alcohol. this is the thing you have to find.”

i feel incredibly proud that i have found the thing that brings so much pleasure and purpose to my life. to have identified my passion while i am still young enough to do it is a true gift, and i will totally drink to that.

cheers!

this is how…

booki read non-fiction and watch documentaries with glee. give me fucked-up reality over fantasy anytime. because the truth is always stranger than fiction.

i want to recommend a raw, insightful and enlightening book called “this is how: help for the self. proven aid in overcoming shyness, molestation, fatness, spinsterhood, grief, disease, lushery, decrepitude and more for young and old alike” by augusten burroughs. he also authored “running with scissors”, which is an excellent/hilarious memoir and “dry”, which i haven’t read (but plan to).

augusten deals with huge topics such as truth, losing a child, self-esteem, sexuality, shame, rape and suicide, but he is also funny as hell, with a sarcastic wit, and a traumatic past to fuel his rants. this combination of honesty, experience, intelligence and humor can be explosive. the truth is brutal and blunt, but with a punchline. but there’s much beauty, artistry and inspiration in his writing and i found myself savoring paragraphs, reading them over and over.

he knows grief, and this passage struck a nerve:

“you must never allow something that happened to you to become a morbidly treasured heirloom that you carry around, show people occasionally, put back in its black velvet pouch, and then tuck back into your jacket where you can keep it close to your heart.”

this is a powerful and unique book injected with wisdom, thoughtfulness and some painfully good advice. read this book!

clean break

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now that we are in our forties, most of us, at one time or another, will be experiencing the insanity of the mid-life crisis (m.l.c). this psychological phenomena can take many forms. some positive and inspiring. others downright ugly and selfish. perhaps our hormones and egos collaborate and take over our soul? unfortunately, a few of my cherished girlfriends have been dealt a bad hand by their husbands’ m.l.c. i’m angry and disappointed in how these seemingly honorable adult men have behaved in a shameful and deceitful manner. am i judging? fuck yes i am.
let’s face it, our lives become increasingly complicated as we age. marriage, family, parenthood, careers… our social/physical/sexual/intellectual/creative/spiritual needs change and we may evolve into different people. if a m.l.c. descends upon you, you may question the validity of every aspect of your life. you might feel numb, unsatisfied or simply old. you may realize that your time is literally half over and maybe you feel like you deserve a bigger! better! faster! life/job/house/spouse? some men might buy a sports car and hair plugs while some women may bleach their hair and invest in fake tits.
thoughts of death without a fully-actualized life may keep us up at night.  if we are honest with ourselves, none of us are immune to these thoughts, however fleeting. marriage in particular is some serious, grown-up shit that takes effort, strength, perseverance, honesty, patience, humor and a lot of luck. and even then, half of them fail. are you plagued with daydreams of a new, fresh and exciting life in which you are “free” of what you perceive holds you back? maybe you are so bored with your life that you have turned into a depressed, alcoholic, selfish prick? it might even get to the point where in your heart of hearts you know that you must seize the day and change your life. and ya know what? you may be right! these thoughts may be valid and just. maybe you are dead inside and you do need to get the fuck out of dodge. i get it.
but, just because you are old enough to have a m.l.c., doesn’t mean you are wise enough to manage your shit properly. when you are a married, middle aged-adult with kid(s), you are NOT the only person involved in “your” life anymore! there are people who have invested years in you, who love you and who trusted you when you made the commitment to being a family unit. these people will be emotionally and psychologically fucked-up by your actions and decisions. it is your responsibility as a compassionate human being to treat every family member with the respect, patience, loyalty and sensitivity they deserve. a mid-life crisis is NOT a get-out-of-jail-free-card that allows you to mindfuck and disrespect the mother of your children by acting like a juvenile, insensitive, egomaniacal fucktard.
the family is a sacred pact. it is at the core of every culture and it is a thing of power and beauty. breaking this up should be the very last resort. you must always remember that your children are watching every move you make, and listening to every word you utter. it’s your duty to set a respectable example for them and to always hold the mother (or father) of your children in high regard, despite your personal feelings. if you must break up your family, you’ve gotta take responsibility for the pain you will cause, for the hearts you will break and the trust you will burn. there will be consequences for you, your spouse, your extended family and, most importantly, your kids. the least you can do is to make a clean, honest break. do it with honor, or don’t do it at all. you want to fuck a 25 year-old? say so. just don’t lie and blame your feelings on your spouse. they are yours, own them.
these are the decisions that define our character.
  • loy·al·ty : the state or quality of being loyal; faithfulness to commitments or obligations.
  • char·ac·ter: moral or ethical quality, qualities of honesty, courage, or the like;
  • in·teg·ri·ty: adherence to moral and ethical principles; soundness of moral character; honesty.

administrative bliss

i. love. my. job. i like my desk, my work and, i don’t mean to brag, but we even have those clocks from different countries on the wall! tres international, no?

testament to my boss’ coolness: when i arrived this morning she said “i have a feeling the shit is going to hit the fan today, let’s go take a coffee break, it’s on me!”. sweet as.
my self confidence is top drawer these days due to my new responsibilities.

i was torn about leaving the boys and anxious about transitioning back into the working world. but andy, who is currently unemployed, has really taken to his new role as  domestic dude. he even one-ups me by making pancakes (from scratch) on school days! he and the boys have bonded like never before and he has risen to the occasion like a pro. the dynamic in the house has changed, but i think we’ve learned to appreciate each others’ roles.

these days, my time with the boys is a valuable gift. rather than taking it for granted or dreading it altogether, i look forward to it.  liam and i have an “epic lego battle” which he  carefully choreographs every afternoon and, with a little help, he made his first homemade macaroni and cheese last sunday.

ronan and i have found some common ground and mutual respect for one another. i’m not just the lady who does dishes and yells anymore. i think we are both grateful that i have increased patience and empathy now. we’ve been enjoying family tennis doubles matches on the weekends.

if your kids are old enough, and you aren’t working at the moment, i recommend trying a part-time job or apprenticeship. absence really does make the heart grow fonder! working has made a noticeable improvement in the happiness of our family and has given me a sense of balance.

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downtown rant

i’ve spent the past 9.5 years at home, in elementary schools, playgrounds, skateparks, libraries, and anywhere that was kid or family-friendly. i wore jeans and hoodies and hung with other moms in the same boat. i was definitely out of the fashion loop. but now that i have transitioned into the styley world of the employed, i’m really enjoying the people watching on my commute and throughout the downtown vancouver core. my research has brought to light a couple of very distressing fashion trends that are now deeply stuck in my craw.

1. this “ombre” (hair that is artificially lighter on the ends) craze is bullshit. it’s a stupid, pretentious name for an expensive attempt at appearing as though you’ve just returned from a 4-month surfing vacation in australia. don’t lie bitches! if not done well, which is true in most cases i have witnessed, it wreaks of desperation…”oh look at my sun-kissed hair tips, so natural and un-contrived, i am so outdoorsy! me and the sun are tight y’all…see?! see?!??! please look at me and my fantastic ombre’d hair…pleeeeeeeeeezzzzeee!??.

listen up vancouverites: there ain’t enough sun in this entire fucking province throughout the year to naturally “ombre” your hair! it looks fake, forced and craptastic. p.s. if you combine a fake tan with an ombre and attempt to galavant past me in yoga pants, i will bludgeon you with a blunt object repeatedly.

next…

2. sneaker-fucking-wedges. seriously? wake-up and look in the mirror people! these shoes are butt-ugly!!!!! no matter what you wear them with, unless you are 13-years old and break-dancing under a bridge, you look fucking ridiculous!  i actually, literally (!) saw a middle-aged woman wearing them on the bus today! i was paralyzed with shock. speechless. i don’t give a shit that marc jacobs is peddling them too, they are an epic fail. please, for the love of baby jesus and all that was good in the 80′s, don’t believe the hype! you don’t look hip or young or styley, just stupid! and old! and gullable! oh, and if you are considering wearing these atrocities with…sweats? mark my words, you will be shot on sight in the taco.

my so-cal o.g. ombre  circa 1981

my so-cal o.g. ombre
circa 1981

hate!

hate!

business casual

“..tumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen, pour myself a cup of ambition…”

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my new job is…fantastic. the first week i may have been suffering from something akin to culture shock because i was surrounded by quiet, considerate adults with no rambunctious boys in sight. there were manners and etiquette, silence and patience and voices were all of the “indoor” variety. i felt like a shell-shocked vietnam vet having just stepped off the plane, back into civilization.

it’s just my boss and i in a 1,700 sf office and i’m fortunate that she is a cool and reasonable person. that we get along well is a huge bonus. she’s at least 15 years my junior, but mature for her age and she’s got her shit together + a wicked and well-timed sense of humor. she may not know who mary tyler moore is, but she is keen to find out.

spending time alone each day on transit is a real treat for me, an opportunity to reflect. i feel proud of myself for surviving almost a decade of motherhood at home with two “spirited” boys. there were good times and scary times, intense and hilarious days and lots of sleepless nights. some days i didn’t think i’d make it, mostly between the hours of 4-6 pm while waiting for andy to get home. but , i did make it! we all made it! part of me feels relieved that it’s finally over, yet it’s sad to know that those chubby pink babies with their soft, warm fuzzy heads that smelled of sweet milk and baby powder are long gone. the years that my boys and i spent together are my most precious memories. 

but working life is pretty sweet. the simple pleasures include;

  • eating food that i didn’t cook myself
  • enjoying precious silence
  • leisurely bathroom breaks
  • being paid for my work
  • showering on a regular basis
  • meeting humans who listen to my words attentively
  • wearing stylish, clean clothes & make-up daily
  • enjoying a dash of independence

the best part? now that i’m working i truly appreciate my boys and i see how fortunate i am to know them. they are individuals, so very different, yet so brilliant in their own way. i have learned so much from being their mom and i appreciate our time together more now than ever.