I spent the morning working on my shoulder. After a hard workout followed by a deep-tissue session with the massage therapist followed by a great “counseling” session, I considered going home, getting on comfy clothes, curling up in front of a roaring fire and reading the rest of Les Mis.
Instead I am going to get a root canal.
Yes, I know how to have a good time!
Here is a bit of what my friend and I talked about at lunch:
“Just because someone calls you a chair doesn’t mean you are one.”
“Just because someone calls you a rug doesn’t mean you should let people walk over you.”
“Just because someone you care about won’t take responsibility for their own recovery doesn’t mean it becomes your responsibility.”
Have I mentioned lately how much I love my 12-step friends. They speak truth to me in ways I can hear it.