Originally published by bcuban.
You are now nine-days into your New Year’s Resolutions (If you make them) I’ve done a lot of “resoluting” in my life. I loved and hated hem. I adored the hope and fantasy of a new Brian (As I defined that). I despised the loss of hope that inevitably followed.
In college and law school there were many Non-binding contracts with myself. Study harder. Be more outgoing. Make some friends. Drink less. Get drunk less. Stop binging and purging (I was bulimic). Lose lots of weight (even though I was of average weight) Each resolution lasted few a few days. Then the drinking binge. The food binge with the resulting purge. The inevitable “what’s the point.” Anger. Shame. Defeat. Depression.
After law school, I sunk further and further into depression and problem drinking. I added cocaine addiction to the mix. Resolutions still came but adjusted to fit the problems of the day. Snorting less cocaine. Changing drug dealers (yes that was an actual resolution), switching to Jack Daniels and Diet Coke from Rum and Diet Coke. Taking cabs instead of driving after my DWI. Taxis were great. I could snort more cocaine and drink more without the risk of arrest.
I don’t remember making any resolutions to better a better law student or lawyer. To better serve my clients. To not take cases I was not competent to handle. To not sell my clients down the river to avoid a courtroom.
My last resolution was January 2006. I vowed to stop drinking so much and quit using cocaine. I had met a woman I knew I wanted to share my life. Her love would be the difference. You can imagine how that worked out. Addiction is a disease. It takes more than love to deal with it. We moved in together. I didn’t stop. I even traded Dallas Mavericks championship tickets for cocaine. In April 2007, I took my second trip to a psychiatric facility. Pain Shame. Defeat. Cycles were repeating.
I began my long-term recovery from drugs, alcohol and my eating disorder in April 2007. I decided that it was time to do something different. Yearly resolutions were not my path to sobriety and self-love. Instead, I chose to live my life one day at a time. I would focus on the day I was in rather than projecting the future. I would no longer set myself up for failure and another cycle of relapse and shame.
My recovery became about daily goals. One day sober. One day without sticking my finger down my throat. At least one 12 step meeting per day. (Alcoholics Anonymous is the most well known 12-step group). A session with my therapist. Lexapro to deal to even out my clinical depression. Allowing myself to be vulnerable. Dismantling the brick wall I had built around my feelings decades ago, one brick at a time and living my life one day at a time.
As the years passed my goals built on that base. Doing what I love most. Writing. Sharing my recovery in as many forums as I could. Hitting the pillow each night with the knowledge that I may have touched one person.
Today, I also have daily affirmations. To do the next right thing and learn from the wrong thing. That builds resilience. Using mindfulness in my decisions either in preparation or reflection. That often occurs during a hot shower rather than a traditional meditation session. To do at least one thing to take care of my mind and body. Finally, each day, to love me and allow others to love me. Each day, I tell myself, I am enough.
Whatever your resolutions in the New Year, be sure to love yourself and take care of you every day. Build on that. Take it from me. Playing catch-up sucks.
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