You're trapped now

See how Iran is caught in the middle of our two wars: Iraq and Afghanistan? This is no accident. The Taliban has long been in pursuit of a gas line running through Turkmenistan. See the last entry on this timeline: http://www.worldpress.org/specials/pp/pipeline_timeline.htm. I believe that oil companies, largely staked in the US, have been pursuing this pipeline as well. Hence, the Iranian war has been in the works for more than ten years. Staging ourselves in Iraq and Afghanistan are just the precursor to invading the territory that suits the pipeline best. Currently, there is but one pipeline feeding the behemoth state of China. It runs through the very mountainous region of Azerbaijan. Whoever can run the second pipeline through the much friendlier terrain of Turkmenistan will no doubt have full coffers. So it is no wonder that the American public is being worked into a fervor over the unrest in Iran. (Okay the froth has since died down due to the "King of Pop's" death.) But you can see how another invasion could easily be sold in the light of human interest. Iran still hangs their people in the middle of intersections, above the street lights. They are second only to China in executions. Yet, if we go into Iran, why do we not go into China? Because China owns us. We are trapped now. We are like Iran. Stuck. We are stuck between our human interest and our financial interest and Iran is going to be caught in the fallout.

I call on the American public to get more informed before heading into another war. It may not even be our choice, however. China may put it to us that we must seek the pipeline in order to pay off our horrendous debt. We are trapped now!

Just as a sidebar, the Iranian people may be able to pull a lot of this off on their own. They staged a technological coup Tuesday night when they coordinated a blackout of Ahmadinejad's address by turning on all electrical appliances to overload the system. Brilliant!

Let the next year begin...

So here it is: one year of finding alternative ways to foster joy in my life. I thought the joy that came from a bottle could never be out done, but I was wrong. I have experienced a brand new sense of joy. Now I look for joy in every situation, down to the flat tire on my daughter's new bike. At times my joy is far beyond my dreams and other times I am wondering "what is the point?"


The first year in sobriety is like the first year in parenthood. You have a party to celebrate that you made it through that initial year. It's not really a party for the child as it is a party for the parents. Sure you invite kids to the party. But really, who is celebrating? The parents. This is true for my first year of sobriety. My family is so excited for me. Yet, I know I have just begun. I certainly don't want them to make a big deal of it. To me it is like congratulating a teenager for not doing drugs. Big deal. We want to honor true accomplishments such as volunteer efforts, good grades, wise choices. This is what I want to be honored for-my potential reached. I feel like I have just begun to make use of my abilities.

So as I just begin this first phase of my new life, I am going to list my blessings and goals.

Blessings:

1. A husband that supports my endeavors
2. Two beautiful children despite their teenage attitudes
3. A job that feels like play
4. A home to rest and find peace
5. Workouts
6. Bike rides
7. My pooches
8. Espresso con pana
9. Freedom
10. God's grace

Goals:

1. Friday activities that rejuvenate
2. Weekly bike rides
3. More volunteer work
4. More family time
5. More time for reading
6. Meditate
7. Laugh more
8. Listen more
9. Make time for friends
10. Find means to diminish depression

While I have not attended more than three AA meetings in the first year of my sobriety, I do not rule it out as a resource. I have been fortunate enough to find resources on the web, but there is nothing like meeting face to face with others trying to fight the same battle. The battle that is present for me now is depression. I know that much of it has to do with the lack of dopamine. That was the draw of alcohol in the first place. It placated my starving nerve receptors. Unfortunately, the body is so adaptable that the more one drinks, the more receptors the brain creates to handle the alcohol. So now I am stuck with even more receptors and still lacking levels of dopamine. Working toward alternative means to create the sensation of dopamine is quite a struggle. Monday nights I work out for two hours to create a feeling of euphoria. Friday nights I just resign to my bed. Now that it is summer, I am not exhausted enough to fall into bed when my brain feels the need to leisure. This is the problem. I do not know how to enjoy leisure time. The only time that I really can relax is when I am at the beach. With nowhere to go and nothing to clean, I finally fall into the reading/nap mode. I wish to find that kind of feeling in my own home. I could do it with a glass of wine (I mean a bottle). Now I have to find the alternative ways to achieve that euphoria. Hence the abundance of exercise on my list of goals. I think it is the best way to get to that relaxed sense of well being.

Also, I always felt so grateful when drinking. Now I have trouble getting that sense. I know what I should be grateful for, but lack the actual feeling. It's kind of like being book smart and having no gut sense. I suppose with time the sense of well being will come more often. There are times that I feel rapture and enlightenment. I just want them to come more often. As I delve deeper into meditation, I hope to reach these states of gratitude and enlightenment with more regularity. So here is to the next year of living life out of the shackles of addiction and stretching toward my full potential.

Independence and Innovation

The world may soon find out the full extent that the innovation of nuclear warheads could bring. Kim Jong II succeeded in testing his missiles on our celebration of Independence- Independence from the rule of the British monarchy. Now we have to fight for a new independence-Independence from the fear of a nuclear assault. Jong promises to make his threat of defeating the giant Goliath come true. I am on pins and needles as Obama goes to Russia to continue a pow wow with nations that could be garnered as allies against an unstable leader with nuclear capabilities on the horizon. To make matters worse, Israel has the go ahead to strike out at nuclear Iran, getting a pass from Saudi Arabia's airspace. It feels like an impending disaster is on the horizon. I was expecting to feel a sense of accomplishment on this near anniversary of my independence from alcohol. Instead I am trapped in an endless pursuit of news from the hotbed of our globe. I realize tensions in this region are centuries old and Armegeddon is a human fascination, but this somehow feels like a turning point in current involvement in the Middle East. My preoccupation could be the result of extra time on my hands due to summer vacation. Perhaps it is because my true interests are finally awakened after years of alcoholic slumber-I majored in political science. Or maybe things are getting a little intense right now...

Interesting article in the newspaper this morning about how the innovation of the Internet started in the US and therefore we still control a lot in the world, assuring some of our independence. But what happens as the internet becomes more of a tool of warfare and governments are required to control its realm? Does innovation equal greater independence? Can we stay ahead of the game and continue to create weapons of the virtual world? Already we have seen this be the case in the current struggle in Iran. It was in our country that server blocks were being averted so the communication could continue amongst the protestors in Iran.

We are in need of innovative thinking to keep above the fray. I practice this on a daily basis, even in the midst of Independence Day. Let me explain: we headed to the beach for the busiest day of the year. Why? Our teens are too old for the block party that has been a neighborhood tradition for a score (20 years). They invited friends and we packed the "Buttmobile" full of food, drinks (Vitamin water and tea), and the bbq grill. It was a leisurely drive through a less traveled road-we took the long way. On the way we saw plenty of field workers celebrating the day by bending over in the sun to pick the food we take for granted. This sure set the tone for appreciating all the ammenities that have been gained on the backs of our forefathers. We get to the beach and it is so packed we cannot find a place to park or even drop off our load. So we drive another hour to less populated beaches in search of a place to observe this day. At this point the driver is getting rather frustrated, so are the kids. I could only keep my mind on the boy that held a puppy in the fields as his only entertainment, as his parents worked all day. No bbqs for this young lad. Thank God innovation steps in as my husband starts to get snappy with me. We ended up back at our first stop and created a spot by parking perpendicular to cars in the usual parking spots. If only we had been so enlightened before. See, frustration blocks out possibilities. Next, we land on the beach with much effort and set up camp, tent included. Finally, we are ready to start our "celebration." However, the beach is being heavily patrolled, with every cooler being checked for alcohol and fireworks. The police, taking extra precautions, tell us we have to take down our tent because they can't see what is going on inside of the tents. Mind you, the beach looks like a tent city in a refugee camp. Innovation steps in again. My husband starts to get that angry look and I remind him of the parking spot. So he promptly works with me to create a wind shelter using the skeleton of the tent and the fly. It was a masterful exhibition of what has to be done, will be done. Imagine, if we were faced with making it work for the sake of survival, we would have found innovation on our side much quicker. Isn't this the case? We wait until we are forced to finding solutions before we go looking for them.

I was forced a year ago to find a solution to my dependence on alcohol. Now I wished I hadn't wasted so much time. I finally started to innovate and find new ways in my life to reach the HIGH. Now if I need to feel like I have drank a bottle of wine, I head to YOGA. If I need to have the comraderie of drinking buddies, I come here. If I need to laugh again and forget that the world may blow up one day, I sit here and blow off steam to you.It has occurred to me that these pages will be a good resource in years to come. So I have decided for my one year of sobriety to have these pages printed into a book. Yes, it is possible. Somebody has already innovated that. Innovation will equal independence- Independence from fear, frustration, and foes.

Snubbed!

Three guesses as to who is missing... You got it: Dr. Ahmadinejad! He calls himself a doctor, yet where is his PhD decorum now?! He was not invited to this private meeting with "Russia’s President Dmitry Medvedev, center, who greets Afghanistan’s president, Hamid Karzai, left, and Pakistan’s Asif Ali Zardari in June. He did not offer a private meeting to Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad."
Let the world show with diplomacy that the doctor's tactics are outdated. His rhetoric is not current with the times. This despot is proud to announce Friday killings before Friday prayers. There are still public hangings taking place in Iran. Whether these people are convicted killers or protesters, it still reeks of barbarianism. People are hung under a street light in broad daylight, with onlookers taking photos using their phones.
The link above is rather disturbing, so beware. While this is no different than what took place in our own country in the south just sixty years ago, it is a new century and governments cannot lead using repression. Let the doctor wallow in isolation with his nuclear threats. It will do him no good if he can't sell his oil....