Our Folded Hands

Women helping Women. Reaching out to the Sister who still suffers. Helping each other through the Good times and the Difficult times. To get to the SOBER way of life, One Day at a Time.

Pretty Purple Flowers

Each Day A New Beginning

The battle to keep up appearances unnecessarily, the mask–whatever name you give creeping perfectionism–robs us of our energies.  —Robin Worthington—
How familiar we are with trying to be women other than ourselves; ones more exciting, we think, or sexier, or smarter. We have probably devoted a great deal of energy to this over the years.
It’s likely that we are growing more content with ourselves now. However, aren’t there still situations in which we squirm, both because we want to project a different image,

and because we resent our desire to do so? We each have been blessed with unique qualities. There is no other woman just like ourselves. We each have special features that are projected in only one way, the way we alone project them. Knowing that we are perfect as we are is knowledge that accompanies recovery. How much easier life is, how much more can be gained from each moment, when we meet each experience in the comfort of our real selves. The added gift of simply being ourselves is that we’ll really hear, see, and understand others for the first time in our lives. I can only fully focus on one thing, one person at a time. I will free my focus from myself today and be filled up by my experiences with others.