Scrambled Eggs

A life affected by addiction is like scrambled eggs. Once scrambled, you can’t unscramble them. You can’t put them back together. Try as you might, you can’t put them back in their shells.

My life will never return to what it was before addiction affected me. I have scrambled myself. I have churned up my relationships. I often whip my circumstances into a frothy mess. But the situation isn’t hopeless. No, whites and yolks can’t be separated again. Neither can eggs be put back into their shells. Like scrambled eggs, my life will never be the same. But I can take those same eggs and I can make an omelet. Or I can make a nice custard pie.

My life can go on after addiction. The outcome can be good. The 12 steps and daily time with my Higher Power are the ingredients that are needed. The result is pleasing and enjoyable. My life of sobriety and recovery “tastes” very good to me.

Pebbles

A pond can be quiet and still and smooth and serene. It is a gift to come across a secluded, private, peaceful pond.

But I can choose to throw a small pebble into that pond. The effects are immediate and far-reaching. What was once quiet and still is now ruffled and disturbed. And it doesn’t have to be a big rock. A small pebble can cause just as much damage to the smooth surface of the water.

When I choose to let resentments into my life, even “little” ones, my serenity is disturbed. There is immediate damage to the surface of my life. More importantly, it is like a cancer inside of me, creating much inner turbulence and chaos. But I’m selfish. I don’t like to feel this way. Today, I try to catch myself before I throw even small pebbles of resentment into the pond of my soul.