Emotional Attachments…Healthy vs. Unhealthy…



So this week ahas been one of those ‘when it rains, it pours’ kind of weeks. Emotions have run high in my mind about my future, present, and past and the eternal question ‘what will become of me?’. The answer, of course in in the hands of a power greater than myself, and by that I do not mean a person, but rather a Force that guides and bends to the natural magnetic fields within us and without us.

I finished my paper on Martin Hiedegger and sent it to my professor. That means I have officially completed my first year of college, and as of now, have retained a straight ‘A’ average. I have been able to do this only because I am sober today. So much rests on my sobriety…thank the Force I don’t have to keep myself sober, just do the next right thing and try to turn over the rest.

My session with my shrink the other day was very interesting as well. We spoke about all my anger, that has seemed to turn into sadness these days, and both agreed that I was grieving over the past (what could have been, what was, etc…). This is different than the pity pot, because if used in a healthy way, the grief leads to acceptance, and then to letting-go, and that led our conversation to emotional attachments. Without going into too many details, lets assume that emotional attachments are a good thing. They are, too, until they start to infringe on the well-being of others and the mental health of the emotional volunteer. That’s when they need to be let go and dumped…the attachments, I mean. I think the 3rd Step says something about that in the 12/12…but I’m not sure.

Another thing we talked about was my art. He reminded me that although I could never be the painter that my sister was, or the academic wiz of my other sister, or a writer like my father, he felt that what I may find out, in the second half of my life, is that I am the real artist of the family. Not to be too presumptuous, but I do write and play my own music, write pretty well, and my prints, photographs, and sketches are pretty good (people who know have told me so). I also have a great sense of culinary balance, a natural love and understanding of engineering and design, and the ability to comprehend dense philosophical thought. All this stuff existed while I was drinking, for sure, but it was always suppressed by my own fears (that I would never live up to…to….to what?). So this is all stuff I can explore, and it’s no race, because I really don’t care what any of my siblings, relatives, or anyone else, thinks about my artisitic bent.

To celebrate my finishing my Freshman year, I bought myself a new guitar. I haven’t had a new guitar in about 8 or 9 years, and when I got sober (about 4 years ago) the music stopped coming out of me (which it does. I can’t help it. I ‘hear’ songs fully composed in my head, complete with lyrics) and I was despondent that it would never come out again. It seems that this phase is over. A song washed over my noodle last night as I was falling asleep, so I jumped up and wrote it all down. Nice tune, too. Dark, spooky, with juju grease in between the words. True story, too, I think. It’s called ‘The Haunted House of Dreams”…the chorus reads…

‘Orchid powder, cottonmouth juice
the organ grinder’s gone to town
to the creaky haunted house of dreams
and the monkey’s not around’

So I bought the new guitar, an acoustic-electric, made by Dean, a very nice company, and it sounds super. Here’s a picture…as well as a picture I took at the Metropolitan Museum of Art last week…

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Johnnyboy is a queer recovering alcoholic. For the moment he is also the primary caregiver for his mother, who suffers from age-related cognitive impairment. She is happy as a lark and is surrounded by a crew of sober women which gives him the freedom he needs to get out of town. When he is not at home in Somewheresville, he is searching out the proper path to travel for happiness and joy. He is a photographer who believes in the digital age, but feels that film is still where its at. He has a darkroom and works in it. He is single and is in remarkably great physical condition for all the damage he has submitted his body to. His cardiologist is very happy. Johnnyboy is over the age of 35.

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