How are you? I Own A F$#&ing Coat

He sat across from me in the booth. We were half way through breakfast. James asked, “So, how are you?”

I paused.

I reflected.

I realized.

It had been 20 degrees for 2 weeks straight. The trivialities of my life flashed before my eyes.

Earlier in the week I attended a memorial for a friend, Chriss. He died at 40. He won the cancer lottery. A rare and highly lethal cancer he’d beaten once, came back.

He never complained. He radiated hope and optimism regardless of the pitch of the hill before him. He reflected light and faith. He taught me something.

Choice.

The power to choose.

He chose to fight with dignity. He took the high road in his fight. In a worldly sense, he lost the battle. In the heavenly sense, he won the war. He demonstrated we can choose how we respond emotionally and spiritually even when we are powerless physically in this world.

“I own a f@%&ing coat. I’m great!”, I responded to my friend, James, across the booth.

“I have car that start and runs reliably. I own a house that has heat. I have a wife who is on my side and who is supportive of me and who fights to protect and preserve our marriage. My kids are healthy and love me. I’m awesome!”  I could focus on the trivialities of my life.  The minor struggles and frustrations could be magnified.  But what good would that produce.

There are days when I want to answer differently. I reflect on my friend, Chriss’ strength of attitude. I choose.

“I own a coat. I’m great!”

Are You In Danger of Being Understood?

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“I don’t feel safe,” Izzy said. The court appointed agent looked around and told her, “This looks like a pretty safe place to me.”
Izzy was at her mom’s house.  She’s at the beginning of a court negotiated recovery like what Tiger Woods is using to clear his record.   Izzy is working through addiction issues.  Her family is working through their issues with her addiction.

Safe did not mean safe.  It meant understood — or not judged.   The problem with being an addict  is that your behaviors don’t fit the norm and in an unhealthy way.  The people who understand you are not safe for you.

Our ego perceives judgment as an existential threat.  This is why we get so defensive when we feel wrongly judged.   The problem with addiction is our personal judgment is off (i.e.- sensibility and sense of responsibility).  We can’t trust ourselves when we’re addicted.

This creates a cyclical problem.  Our faulty judgment makes us unable to correct our behavior.  We see those who love us as judging us.  They don’t understand.   They’re attacking us. They’re not safe.

Years ago, someone taught me something simple but profound.   If you look around and everyone you see is an asshole, you’re probably the asshole.  This maxim can be adapted to fit addicts.  If you look around any everyone seems to be judging you wrongly, you’re probably demonstrating wrong judgment.

We seek solace and support from those who make us feel safe because they understand us.  They don’t judge us.  We misconstrue the absence of judgment as love and support.  There’s a problem here.  These people don’t love us.  They love that we’re broken like they are.   They love our addiction because it validates theirs.  They don’t challenge us to do better because they don’t want to change.

If you’re not getting better, you’re getting worse.  If you’re not improving your skills at your job, you’re falling behind.  If you’re not sharpening your mind, it is getting dull.  If you aren’t maintaining your physical flexibility, you’re losing range of motion and strength.   If you’re not fighting your addictions, you’re losing control to them.

I am confident that if you’re reading this, you have an addiction.  I’m not judging you.  I have mine, too.   Addictions run the gamut beyond drugs and alcohol.  They range from using mobile devices, social media, sugar/fat/salt, exercise, sex, porn, shopping, needing to be liked, etc.

We need understanding more than ever.  We all need help.  We want to get better in some way.  This doesn’t happen with blind eyes turned away.  It comes with honest support and gentle confrontation from those who know us and love us.

If you’re seeing a consistent message from those around you challenging your judgment or behavior, you’re probably the challenge.

The first step is acceptance.   After we accept, we can begin to understand.  Then we can face the danger of being understood.

 

 

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