Peace --You wanna piece of me?

Prayer For The Day

I pray that I may do the things that make for peace. I pray that I may have a mission of conciliation.

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PAY IT FORWARD for Yesterday: I helped a disabled older woman put her groceries in her truck at the supermarket. At first she hesitated -- must have thought I was a wierdo. But we both parted with a smile.

Me?

I'm going to show my age here... Remember the song and video, We are the World. I recall watching that video and listening to that song with tears in my eyes. The world uniting together to promote world peace and stop hunger -- sigh.

I was so touched by this song. So I can't help wonder what happened to me. When did I lose that peaceful, easy feeling?

Me, me, me -- enough about me; Let's move on to the Daily Prayer.

Well, I'm not completely sure to what peace this prayer refers. When I think of peace -- the first thing that comes to mind is inner peace. But I ask myself, "Which came first, the chicken or the egg... inner peace or conciliation?"

Perhaps, the two work as a team -- hand in hand, complementing each other -- like Tom and Jerry or Laverne and Shirley.

One thing I know for sure... I can't begin to reconcile with others until I'm reconciled with me. So for now, my mission of conciliation is with me and my Higher Power.

Sue

Peace be with you all.

What is your opinion on inner peace and conciliation?

TO THE READERS: Thanks to a blogger friend... I have taken her suggestion to get outside myself and perform a random act of kindness each day.

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Daily Inspirational Quotes

"Watch your manner of speech if you wish to develop a peaceful state of mind. Start each day by affirming peaceful, contented and happy attitudes and your days will tend to be pleasant and successful."
--Norman Vincent Peale

ME?

Yesterday, I did as promised. I put on a happy face for my daughter at the field hockey game and was a semi-success. Today, however, is round 2, the field hockey tourney. This time, it's much longer -- a three way -- and not the good kind (oops sorry, just kidding, my bad).

I'm feeling a little frisky this morning.

Maybe it's because I saw a glimpse of my former self yesterday, the good social butterfly self. Mingling was my forte when I was boozin' it. And luckily, it's one of the qualities that has remained in sobriety.

Maybe I'm feeling this way because I felt something stir inside me at the game -- a feeling that has been dead for quite some time.
My confession? I felt an attraction for a man -- a man that I will call G.

SCENE: Sunday, at my daughter's field hockey game -- I'm standing at the Team Merchandise table, embarrassed for leaving my wallet and checkbook home. The unfriendly woman behind the table has a very heavy accent -- maybe Lithuanian. When asked the price of the tee-shirts, it sounds like she said $50.

G: How much are the tee-shirts? (said to me with my back turned)
Susan: I think $15. (I turn around)
\Susan: Wow, he looks like a cross between McSteamy on Grey's Anatomy and Anderson Cooper... And Bonus -- no wedding ring.
G: Fifteen sounds better than fifty. (he smiles)
\Susan: Say something clever, Sue... say something clever.
Susan: Are you nuts? I look like a stand in for Orville the pig from Green Acres.

Susan giggles then shuffles away.

Susan: Yeah, fifteen sounds much better.

ENDSCENE

As a woman who used to overlap boyfriends and engagements, it's inconceivable that I haven't been in the company of the opposite sex for the high end of triple digits. Feeling unattractive, the last thing I want to be is touched.
Another confession? Even when I had 5% body fat, I used to insist on making love in darkness equivalent to a solar eclipse.

When G spoke to me, something erupted inside, like a dormant volcano disturbed from its slumber. And I realized, yet another tragic aspect of enabling my disease -- the absence of romantic love .

Okay, enough of this Harlequin talk.

Today, I started my day with a thimble full of hope rather than a pocket full of sour grapes. The sun is shining -- it's still a beautiful day.

Sue

For my Readers: Thank you ALL for your wonderful comments and encouragement. You fuel my desire to complete my project.

How did you start off your day?

Perfection -- Slightly Imperfected Items are 50% Off...

Daily Inspiration

Make peace with your imperfections and concentrate on your strengths. Lord, teach me to become more aware of my goodness so that little by little I will become even better.We can be serious about our work without being serious about ourselves.

Lord, help me to enjoy the person that I am.



ME?

PERFECTION is a touchy subject for me. I've been struggling with this issue my whole life.

SCENE: As Susan ponders the Daily Inspiration of her Susan/Susan Recovery Project, she drifts into her computer screen.

Susan: Perfection... Ha, nobody's perfect.
/Susan: So why do you think about it -- strive for it -- all of the time?
Susan: Well, shouldn't we all try to look our best, be our best?
/Susan: What is your best?
Susan: My best? I don't know... I haven't gotten there, yet.

ENDSCENE

I know I can't be perfect; Nobody on this Earth is perfect. But while striving to be my best -- to be what I believe society wants me to be -- I fall short.

Each time I fall short, it's harder to get back up and heal the scraps on my knuckles and knees.

A good friend of mine in early recovery always said to me, "Sue, don't take yourself so seriously." I'll try to keep that in mind today.

Sue

Do you take yourself too seriously?