Author: Lindsay Dianne
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Duality of self
In November I celebrated having three consecutive years away from a debilitating cocaine addiction. I took a cake for this achievement in the very room that saved my life. I heard my friends share the changes they’ve seen in me, the challenges I’ve faced and the inspiration I share with others. Sitting there, I started…
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The Gift of Knowing
What is the greatest gift someone could give you? I am a giver. In fact, I like giving so much it makes me question if altruism could possibly be an actual thing because there is such a payoff for me. When I give gifts of my time, my service or other thoughtful gestures there is…
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Feet on ground, facing forward.
It’s funny the way grief shows up. It never really seems to show any regard for my time or my peace and just pops in without any warning. Kind of rude, actually. See, we love to talk about the triumphs and success stories. We love a new beginning or a second chance tale. In our…
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Everything in its Right Place
I’m starting to think about my addiction in a different way than ever before. I’m only a couple of weeks away from three years off cocaine and every day is novel in that I have not ever been in a position to say that. This is the most success I’ve ever seen and, I believe,…
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We Are Not The Same
For many years I found myself very concerned with the opinions of others. Some things I could let go, but when it came to things I was passionate about, I was coming at you with a huge hammer to change your mind.One of the bigger triggers for me was the idea that drug addiction is…
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The Danger of Forgetting
I’ve been reflecting recently about the after effects. Some time after we have set foot on a better path in life, the novelty of the walk itself wears off. Where I was once able to find genuine wonderment in everyday life, I now get a little bit grumpy. It can be very difficult when you…
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Hardship as Cosmic Discipline
I’ve been thinking about grief lately, as mentioned in my previous post. I’ve been thinking about the inevitable experience of loss and how each goodbye plays out differently from the next. Grief isn’t something you can plan, you know? And that’s one of the most difficult parts, I think. It’s different every time, it’s going…
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and the band played on.
Sometimes I wonder if I’d have fought so hard for a deeper knowledge of myself and the world around me if I had known what that would mean. It’s not that I’m unhappy with the results of the work I’ve done, nor am I lamenting, necessarily. It’s that a lot of the things I thought…
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Retro-manticizing
The human experience is so extraordinary. Every lesson begets new perspective and another conundrum or opportunity to reflect. A lot of people experience life through an anxious lens, focusing their energy primarily off into the distance, attempting to predict the future outcome of every situation… Real or imaginary. Not a single one of those people…
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