Most people judge the heck out of addicts.
I can hear it now…
“They have no self control. No sense of self worth. They are on a one way ticket to destruction…”
But here is the truth.
I’m an addict.
I’m addicted to stress. I’m addicted to being overwhelmed. I’m addicted to making my life hard.
I’m addicted to worrying about what other people think of me. I’m addicted to playing the judge, prosecutor, jury AND the accused…all in my mind DAILY about hundreds of things.
I’m addicted to approval.
I’m addicted to serving.
I’m addicted to sorting myself and others into buckets of acceptable and not acceptable.
I’m addicted to the grind. To working harder and making more sacrifice than others.
I’m addicted to not letting my voice be heard. Or creating an exchange where I WIN.
I’m so addicted…that I’m like crack head swapping horror stories with other druggies.
“Only sleeping 3 hours a night…gotta do what you got to do!”
I’m addicted to the drama.
The adrenaline of stress and overwhelm.
And like any drug…part of me loves it.
A piece of me joins the others parading their sacrifices around like it’s a sign of manhood. I feel proud and accomplished.
But the deeper part of me?
Because moment by moment life is draining…not expanding and compounding.
The first step is admitting.
The second step is believing there is a life of EASE and FLOW.
Whatever you create IN drama…will reap MORE drama.
Is that the life you really want?