The End of the Beginning. And the Beginning of The End. (Day 31: Sugar Sober Series)
“What size shirt do you need for the event?”
I cringe at the question.
Not only because it feels vulnerable to speak my size into the space. But because it’s not a question about today. The event is not until April.
And I panic. What size will I be six months from now?
I’ve been burned on this one before. Last summer my parents, husband, and I all volunteered at the US Open golf tournament in Pinehurst. It’s a huge undertaking, and volunteer information was collected almost two years in advance. It was more than 12 months before the Open when they asked my size for uniform shirts.
I made a projection that I would be smaller.
And the calendar changed, but my size didn’t, and I had to exchange the “fantasy” shirts for the ones that would actually fit.
I tell myself it’s different this time. I think it is.
Because back then I only had a hope that something would be different. But it was always too far in the future to gain any traction. Until it was too late.
And now? Well, now I have 31 days of Sugar Sobriety under my belt. And a dedication to freedom from addiction. And a surrender to God’s power in me instead of counting on my will-power alone.
I request the smaller shirt.
I think it’s a little ironic that the stages of a 12-Step program are called steps. Because a “step” infers a moving above, moving past. And this month has not felt like that AT ALL.
I wonder if it will really be more like juggling. A new ball thrown into the mix, challenging my coordination and my dexterity at each stage. Because I’ll never be “done” with accepting my powerlessness. Surrendering to God isn’t a Mark-it-Off-the-List event.
Each step, while building on the other, will likely stay in continuous motion for me for the rest of my life.
It’s not that I worry about dropping the balls. I am fairly sure that is bound to happen from time to time. I am confident there is grace for that.
But something about anticipating that I’ll be trotting up and down those steps until it simply becomes a natural dance makes it easier to forgive myself when the inevitable re-learning happens.
Down, but not out. Not ever again.
And so here I am at the end of the beginning of Sugar Sober. 31 Days. Both doing it and writing about it. Mission Accomplished. And that feels pretty darn good, I admit.
But so, too, is it the beginning of the end. The end of struggling silently and ashamed. The end of self-medicating followed by self-deprecation. The end of addiction’s unbreakable hold on me.
The end of battling alone. The beginning of letting Him take charge of even my food.
My beginning and my end. With the Alpha and the Omega.
Yes. I think that will work.
p.s. I simply cannot express what it has meant to me to have so many of you joining with me, cheering me on, and sharing your thoughts over these days. It’s a blessing I never even considered until it happened. But you guys made it happen, and I am so grateful. October is over, but the journey is not; neither is my calling to keep telling my stories. All the ones He entrusts to me, so please come back and hang out with me more and let’s keep walking each other home.
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