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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcNRH07cCp7ImA9WhdbEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098</id><updated>2011-10-08T02:44:55.308-07:00</updated><category term="sanity" /><category term="recovery" /><category term="boundaries" /><category term="trust" /><category term="denial" /><category term="step 2" /><category term="step 12" /><category term="Step 6" /><category term="step 11" /><category term="connectedness" /><category term="step 1" /><category term="gratitude" /><category term="recovery work" /><category term="meditation" /><category term="God's will" /><category term="Step 9" /><category term="step 3" /><category term="step 7" /><category term="daily practice" /><category term="anonymity" /><category term="sex addiction" /><category term="being present" /><category term="step 10" /><category term="prayer" /><category term="SAA" /><title>Practical Addict</title><subtitle type="html">"What we really have is a daily reprieve contingent on the maintenance of our spiritual condition." -- AA Big Book, p. 85</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/PracticalAddict" /><feedburner:info uri="practicaladdict" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QAQn0yfyp7ImA9WxNQF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098.post-2420390417524251031</id><published>2009-09-23T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:29:03.397-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-23T14:29:03.397-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being present" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="step 7" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meditation" /><title>Repress-able Joy</title><summary>I woke up in a happy mood this morning.  This has been so for two or three of the last three or four days.  I've just been waking up happy, joyous.  Briefly.I have a few theories about why this is happening.  First, my wife and I made love last night and it was passionate and intimate.  It felt good in all the ways I aspire to feel good about sex in my life in recovery.  So, that's a factor in </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/2420390417524251031/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/09/repress-able-joy.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/2420390417524251031?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/2420390417524251031?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PracticalAddict/~3/H5jaYyF93Co/repress-able-joy.html" title="Repress-able Joy" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/09/repress-able-joy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMHQnwzeip7ImA9WxNQE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098.post-540085934297091386</id><published>2009-09-18T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:47:13.282-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-18T14:47:13.282-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="step 3" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boundaries" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gratitude" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sanity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prayer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="daily practice" /><title>Three seconds</title><summary>One of the first tools of recovery I learned in SAA was the Three Second Rule (TSR).  The subject recently came up in a meeting, and I've had a chance to think and meditate on it and I'd like to share my thoughts.Ogling or leering at women was a big issue for me when I first got into recovery.  Check-out clerks, waitresses, co-workers, movie characters, stage actors, relatives at a family reunion</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/540085934297091386/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/09/three-seconds.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/540085934297091386?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/540085934297091386?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PracticalAddict/~3/YmHJKXnZtkM/three-seconds.html" title="Three seconds" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/09/three-seconds.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUDRHo6eCp7ImA9WxNRFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098.post-8246884051340056248</id><published>2009-09-09T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:04:35.410-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-09T09:04:35.410-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being present" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="connectedness" /><title>Concentric circles</title><summary>I woke up this morning with a message from my Higher Power:  the spiritual life is like the field of a magnet.  The energy flows out from one end of the magnet into the air, and then curves around and flows back into the other end.  The energy isn't held; it flows through.  If the magnetic field comes in contact with another conductive object -- like a refrigerator -- the waves of the magnet flow</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/8246884051340056248/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/09/concentric-circles.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/8246884051340056248?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/8246884051340056248?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PracticalAddict/~3/1l5YrZmTuec/concentric-circles.html" title="Concentric circles" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/09/concentric-circles.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04EQX0zeip7ImA9WxNSFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098.post-8921510007817707471</id><published>2009-08-28T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:18:20.382-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-28T10:18:20.382-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boundaries" /><title>Emotional sobriety</title><summary>The topic of today's meeting was emotional sobriety.The way I picture my emotional sobriety is that I seem very together on the outside, but on the insides I'm feeling like there are monsters at war with heroes.  Sometimes I'm the hero, sometimes I'm the monster.  Sometimes I'm the frightened villager cowering beneath their massive feet.And that seems real.  The quiet everyday-ness of life seems </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/8921510007817707471/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/08/emotional-sobriety.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/8921510007817707471?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/8921510007817707471?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PracticalAddict/~3/9htVnggF0H4/emotional-sobriety.html" title="Emotional sobriety" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/08/emotional-sobriety.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQFR3g5eCp7ImA9WxNSE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098.post-2039421018070121460</id><published>2009-08-26T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T10:21:56.620-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-26T10:21:56.620-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="step 2" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Step 9" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God's will" /><title>I'm not a doctor, but I play one in my life</title><summary>The subject of today's meeting was Step Two.  Two is key for me, because my Step One was very sincere, a very low bottom.  I was disgusted by my behavior and I couldn't stop.  Desperate.  Step Three was fairly easy for me, because I've always been one to jump on the bandwagon.  Very willing.  Recovery has been a very good thing to commit to.Step Two is hard, harder for me.  I like to entertain </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/2039421018070121460/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-not-doctor-but-i-play-one-in-my-life.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/2039421018070121460?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/2039421018070121460?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PracticalAddict/~3/cmex7Kek71Y/im-not-doctor-but-i-play-one-in-my-life.html" title="I'm not a doctor, but I play one in my life" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-not-doctor-but-i-play-one-in-my-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08ERn8ycSp7ImA9WxNSE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098.post-4488517290835923681</id><published>2009-08-26T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:56:47.199-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-26T09:56:47.199-07:00</app:edited><title>A visitor</title><summary>This blog finally had a visitor who is neither a close recovery friend or someone looking for fake Confucius quotes.  I linked to Confucius quotes once, and now I am apparently a top resource for Consucius quotes on the web.The visitor was a blogger I've been following and apparently she found this blog through her traffic statistics.This inspires me to write again.  The completely lack of </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/4488517290835923681/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/08/visitor.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/4488517290835923681?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/4488517290835923681?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PracticalAddict/~3/nB1VcqIo_Fk/visitor.html" title="A visitor" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/08/visitor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4ER34zfyp7ImA9WxJVEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098.post-4383651048687022024</id><published>2009-06-26T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:41:46.087-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-26T08:41:46.087-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="step 3" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="step 1" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gratitude" /><title>Shoulds</title><summary>I was driving to work today and I was thinking "I should be thinking this way."  The "way" I was hoping to be was some tuned-in Buddhist practice, I suppose.   I don't completely remember.  What did catch my attention is that I'm constantly thinking that I should be thinking in some other way.Monitoring, monitoring, monitoring.  Judging, judging, judging.  Where does it let off?I don't think it </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/4383651048687022024/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/06/shoulds.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/4383651048687022024?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/4383651048687022024?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PracticalAddict/~3/sLyQ4zZWq84/shoulds.html" title="Shoulds" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/06/shoulds.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4HRHw6fyp7ImA9WxJWEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098.post-136870484265093252</id><published>2009-06-16T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T07:35:35.217-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-16T07:35:35.217-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being present" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="step 3" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="step 2" /><title>Encasing my suffering ... in ice</title><summary>I promised to post again about yesterday.  I promised to post again last night, but today will have to do.I didn't stay with my suffering yesterday.  About an hour after I wrote the previous post, I opened up my browser and started reading about Iran.  I don't live in Iran, I'm not of Iranian descent, I'm not a diplomat, I'm not a politician.  But I decided that it was important that I know just </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/136870484265093252/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/06/encasing-my-suffering-in-ice.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/136870484265093252?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/136870484265093252?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PracticalAddict/~3/JI0_yjV_2qs/encasing-my-suffering-in-ice.html" title="Encasing my suffering ... in ice" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/06/encasing-my-suffering-in-ice.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQGR3s8eCp7ImA9WxJWEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098.post-7206170449314654770</id><published>2009-06-15T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T07:32:06.570-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-15T07:32:06.570-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being present" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Step 6" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meditation" /><title>Embracing my suffering</title><summary>I woke up this morning really suffering.  I was away for the weekend visiting family.  It was a good time, but I was really in comparison mode, especially with my younger relatives.  They seem so happy, they seem so accomplished.  They're on the cusp of doing wonderful things.And I feel like life has passed me by.So, much negative self-talk this morning.  I meditate each morning, 20 minutes.  On </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/7206170449314654770/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/06/embracing-my-suffering.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/7206170449314654770?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/7206170449314654770?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PracticalAddict/~3/t0GTmqB7DkQ/embracing-my-suffering.html" title="Embracing my suffering" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/06/embracing-my-suffering.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4GSHs6cSp7ImA9WxJXGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098.post-1267887333468525982</id><published>2009-06-12T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:32:09.519-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-12T10:32:09.519-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gratitude" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Step 9" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recovery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recovery work" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="daily practice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God's will" /><title>Invested in life</title><summary>I had coffee yesterday with a friend in recovery.   He told me that he had a difficult conversation with his partner on Sunday, but that on Monday he felt better and has been feeling good all week.  I think that's a parable of recovery.Recovery involves courage and hard work today.  It's not something to put off for tomorrow.  Courage is nothing more than doing the thing that your fear tells you </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/1267887333468525982/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/06/invested-in-life.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/1267887333468525982?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/1267887333468525982?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PracticalAddict/~3/r3udw91fYG8/invested-in-life.html" title="Invested in life" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/06/invested-in-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQDQ349fCp7ImA9WxJXEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098.post-6581272205407006584</id><published>2009-06-04T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:42:52.064-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-04T10:42:52.064-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trust" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="step 3" /><title>Permiable boundaries</title><summary>We discussed boundaries at a meeting the other day.  It was a good discussion.Boundaries work both ways:  they let things in and they let things out.  Boundaries protect, but they also allow.    Healthy boundaries keep bad things out and let good things in.  And maybe they let good things out and keep bad things in?One boundary difficulty I have is that I let negative criticism in too easily and </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/6581272205407006584/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/06/permiable-boundaries.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/6581272205407006584?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/6581272205407006584?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PracticalAddict/~3/74P0vXUTxrM/permiable-boundaries.html" title="Permiable boundaries" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/06/permiable-boundaries.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8BR3k8fCp7ImA9WxJQFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098.post-5895815653229123092</id><published>2009-05-27T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:10:56.774-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-27T21:10:56.774-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="step 1" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gratitude" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recovery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex addiction" /><title>One year</title><summary>Yesterday was one year of continuous abstinence from my bottom-line behaviors.  I've had the date in mind of course all year.  But I've not been too attentive to it.It passed without notice.I remembered it this morning at the meeting.I'm ambivalent about it.  I suppose it's because I don't feel very good these days.  Too often I don't feel good.  Too often when I do feel good it seems to be </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/5895815653229123092/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-year.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/5895815653229123092?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/5895815653229123092?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PracticalAddict/~3/DgO02MG5G3k/one-year.html" title="One year" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-year.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEBQX08eip7ImA9WxJQEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098.post-6080060483132404915</id><published>2009-05-22T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:34:10.372-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-22T10:34:10.372-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="step 12" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recovery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God's will" /><title>Gradual or lightning-bolt awakening?</title><summary>I was discussing progressive versus immediate spiritual awakening with a friend in recovery the other day.  Apparently it's also an issue of enlightenment in Buddhism.Can a person evolve into a different way of being and living?  Or does everything happen all at once?Bill W. is the classic lightning-bolt recipient.  He had a light-in-the-sky experience and from that point on was in communion with</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/6080060483132404915/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/05/gradual-or-lightning-bolt-awakening.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/6080060483132404915?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/6080060483132404915?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PracticalAddict/~3/BMxrFCchOQs/gradual-or-lightning-bolt-awakening.html" title="Gradual or lightning-bolt awakening?" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/05/gradual-or-lightning-bolt-awakening.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAHQ3cyfip7ImA9WxJQEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098.post-4716382658023490748</id><published>2009-05-22T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:18:52.996-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-22T10:18:52.996-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being present" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recovery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="step 11" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meditation" /><title>The border between Me and the Universe</title><summary>I had a spiritual experience Wednesday morning.  I was laying in bed before my alarm, or perhaps between snoozes.  My feet hurt and I probably had to go to the bathroom.  I was aware of the different sensations of my body.  I've been practicing this lately in my meditation: just being aware of my body.I was aware of sensations all over my body and I realized that these pains, tightnesses, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/4716382658023490748/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/05/border-between-me-and-universe.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/4716382658023490748?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/4716382658023490748?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PracticalAddict/~3/s_0cUNdyiKQ/border-between-me-and-universe.html" title="The border between Me and the Universe" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/05/border-between-me-and-universe.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8DRHo4cCp7ImA9WxJRFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098.post-5886076147442181772</id><published>2009-05-18T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:01:15.438-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-18T08:01:15.438-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being present" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="step 1" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="denial" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex addiction" /><title>I am vulnerable</title><summary>I was home alone this morning, just about to leave for work.  I had taken some laundry down to the basement and was passing by the television set.  I briefly wondered if we still had the DVD of the movie my wife and I had watched a few days ago.  It had a brief scene of nudity.And I thought, "I could look at that again."Fortunately, I was actually moving, walking across the den carpet, when I had</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/5886076147442181772/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-vulnerable.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/5886076147442181772?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/5886076147442181772?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PracticalAddict/~3/eW7TWRa2BWg/i-am-vulnerable.html" title="I am vulnerable" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-vulnerable.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEADQ307cCp7ImA9WxJREko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098.post-3628448650854210490</id><published>2009-05-13T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:46:12.308-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-13T20:46:12.308-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being present" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="step 11" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meditation" /><title>Meditation opens the basement door</title><summary>I've had an unexpectedly bad experience with meditation lately.  When I say unexpected, I mean that I expect meditation to make me feel good, serene, you know?  I don't expect it open a door to my pain.But that is what it has done.I have a pretty poor record as a meditator.  I have a very chatty mind.  I'm usually in two modes, I'm either just off in some thought about some something or I'm </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/3628448650854210490/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/05/meditation-opens-basement-door.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/3628448650854210490?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/3628448650854210490?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PracticalAddict/~3/glkuzo3IEYs/meditation-opens-basement-door.html" title="Meditation opens the basement door" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/05/meditation-opens-basement-door.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EFQnkyfyp7ImA9WxJREUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098.post-3801127075740649582</id><published>2009-05-12T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:26:53.797-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-12T09:26:53.797-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="step 11" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="daily practice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meditation" /><title>Confucius quotes</title><summary>Save yourself some trouble and read these Confucius quotes.There's a lot of recovery there.The one quip that jumps out at me is:By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest. Experience is the first course of recovery, the bitter trudge that gets us in the door.  Imitation is </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/3801127075740649582/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/05/confucius-quotes.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/3801127075740649582?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/3801127075740649582?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PracticalAddict/~3/wgY98l3pnZ8/confucius-quotes.html" title="Confucius quotes" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/05/confucius-quotes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8BSH4_eyp7ImA9WxJREEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098.post-6510214270510565165</id><published>2009-05-11T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:47:39.043-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-11T08:47:39.043-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being present" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sanity" /><title>Honesty as antidote</title><summary>Just got off the phone with a friend in recovery.  He's having a hard time with middle circle behaviors, checking out women.  At the same time, he shared with me how he is being honest with his partner about this, and that sharing his struggling helps to defang the obsession.That gave me a lot of hope.  In the last week I've been very miserable about my job, my creative life and even my service </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/6510214270510565165/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/05/honesty-as-antidote.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/6510214270510565165?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/6510214270510565165?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PracticalAddict/~3/d5sKIdvIcJE/honesty-as-antidote.html" title="Honesty as antidote" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/05/honesty-as-antidote.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YBRHk-fyp7ImA9WxJSFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098.post-5509716042109956959</id><published>2009-05-05T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:05:55.757-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-05T15:05:55.757-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="step 3" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recovery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God's will" /><title>Why does God need me to do anything?</title><summary>Most of the time we spend trying to understand the nature of God -- the way that God works -- is wasted time, at least in my opinion.  I shouldn't say that.  I should say that it is of very little use to me or to God for me to spend time trying to figure out God.  It may be entirely valid for other people with greater knowledge and understanding to contemplate the nature of God.   It's just not </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/5509716042109956959/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-does-god-need-me-to-do-anything.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/5509716042109956959?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/5509716042109956959?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PracticalAddict/~3/DqZ2doYcn3k/why-does-god-need-me-to-do-anything.html" title="Why does God need me to do anything?" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-does-god-need-me-to-do-anything.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQGQHo-eip7ImA9WxJSEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098.post-3336616984357764140</id><published>2009-04-30T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:52:01.452-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-30T14:52:01.452-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being present" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sanity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recovery" /><title>Emotional growth or emotional injury?</title><summary>I was walking my dog through the neighborhood yesterday when I was suddenly overwhelmed by a dark, heavy feeling.  It seemed to come out of nowhere.  It was a feeling of heaviness, like great grief in my chest and stomach and it felt like there was a weight upon my shoulders.  The air seemed close and quiet.I can't say I've ever felt like that before.As far as I know, it didn't start from some </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/3336616984357764140/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/04/emotional-growth-or-emotional-injury.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/3336616984357764140?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/3336616984357764140?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PracticalAddict/~3/aRuJREbrJlc/emotional-growth-or-emotional-injury.html" title="Emotional growth or emotional injury?" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/04/emotional-growth-or-emotional-injury.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIMRXw_eCp7ImA9WxJSEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098.post-1624950325938054649</id><published>2009-04-28T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:56:24.240-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-30T14:56:24.240-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="step 2" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recovery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God's will" /><title>Your higher power is who you think is in charge</title><summary>Being a practical addict is sometimes an uphill battle.  I want things to make sense.  When things don't make sense, I want to reject them.  One big obstacle is the concept of a higher power.  I've developed a working relationship with my higher power in a practical way that works for me.It's a slow process and it comes down to this:  what am I willing to believe today?  I have not had a great </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/1624950325938054649/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-higher-power-is-who-you-think-is.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/1624950325938054649?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/1624950325938054649?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PracticalAddict/~3/YtwGXVsvGPE/your-higher-power-is-who-you-think-is.html" title="Your higher power is who you think is in charge" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-higher-power-is-who-you-think-is.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQDRng4fip7ImA9WxJTGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098.post-6418739277593891137</id><published>2009-04-27T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T13:32:57.636-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-27T13:32:57.636-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recovery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recovery work" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God's will" /><title>Personal inertia works for recovery as well as addiction</title><summary>My outlook, my habits, my way of life developed over many years.  This did not happen over night.  In the case of my addiction, years of selfish and destructive behavior.  That is the way I lived.  And living like that, that's how I expected to live.  The habits became ingrained.Habitual behavior establishes personal inertia.  The definition of inertia is the tendency of a body to maintain its </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/6418739277593891137/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/04/personal-inertia-works-for-recovery-as.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/6418739277593891137?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/6418739277593891137?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PracticalAddict/~3/arw9dUY3MBI/personal-inertia-works-for-recovery-as.html" title="Personal inertia works for recovery as well as addiction" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/04/personal-inertia-works-for-recovery-as.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIEQH8ycCp7ImA9WxJSEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098.post-3500886380748639865</id><published>2009-04-24T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:55:01.198-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-30T14:55:01.198-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being present" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recovery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="step 7" /><title>Slowing down is working my program and vice versa</title><summary>I've been slowing down lately.  Walking slower.  I've been driving the speed limit.  Part of it has been deliberate and part of it stems from a reduction in the desire to get there and a satisfaction with being "here."The practice reinforces the principle and the principle supports the practice.My native inclination is to lean forward, to have my attention always on the next thing.  There's a </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/3500886380748639865/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/04/slowing-down.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/3500886380748639865?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/3500886380748639865?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PracticalAddict/~3/_Z5wtvbIP0I/slowing-down.html" title="Slowing down is working my program and vice versa" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/04/slowing-down.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEGRHc-cSp7ImA9WxJSEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098.post-1781819409293364070</id><published>2009-04-17T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:57:05.959-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-30T14:57:05.959-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gratitude" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recovery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prayer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="daily practice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="step 10" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meditation" /><title>My Daily Practice</title><summary>I'd like to share my daily practice and some thoughts about each practice.Morning PracticeEight Pieces of Silk.  This is a set of simple Chinese exercises I learned as a young man.  The instructor said I would live a healthy life if I did these twice a day.  In typical fashion, I do them once a day.  Here is a description I found in this PDF  from a Google search.  The instructions are very </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/1781819409293364070/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/04/daily-practice.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/1781819409293364070?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/1781819409293364070?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PracticalAddict/~3/U9ENTX_LGfE/daily-practice.html" title="My Daily Practice" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/04/daily-practice.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkECSXg8cSp7ImA9WxJSEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364399493897358098.post-61062336407195340</id><published>2009-04-15T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:57:48.679-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-30T14:57:48.679-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="step 2" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sanity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recovery" /><title>Restoration of Sanity in the Second Step</title><summary>There are three tests of faith in the 2d Step:  faith in a higher power, faith in a process of coming to believe and faith that we can be restored to sanity.  The last one is also remarkable in that it says sanity will be restored.I don't know if I've ever been sane.  I certainly know that I was innocent, but I don't really count that.  The simplicity of childhood was just simplicity for me.  </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/feeds/61062336407195340/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/04/restored-to-sanity.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/61062336407195340?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364399493897358098/posts/default/61062336407195340?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PracticalAddict/~3/oFRzMZmK7DY/restored-to-sanity.html" title="Restoration of Sanity in the Second Step" /><author><name>Practical Addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044749513669805319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZdz0tX6u6Y/SgEAO4zjCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPWpZH0GWQA/S220/Jupiter.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://practicaladdict.blogspot.com/2009/04/restored-to-sanity.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

