Topic of the Week - words that begin with "M"

[MajestyJo]

M is for Money. Money doesn't make you happy, although it is thought to smooth over pain and sorrow, we forget that people with money, hurt and cry too.

Most times, money is the root of all evil. You can be rich or poor, and find peace and serenity. When I get into the "I wants" I am feeding my greed and it becomes my drug of choice "More." When it become all about me, I have forgotten to feed my spirit.

[MajestyJo]

M is for Memory. Remember when, the days before recovery and what it was like in early recovery.

Even our bodies have memories, it retains the pain and holds onto it until you make the decision to deal with it.

[MajestyJo]

N is for Nice. Play nice, remember you are the one with the program.

Mean what you say and say what you mean! I messed up and got ahead of myself.

[MajestyJo]

M is for March. March to a different drummer. Don't let the old beat lead you astray. Make sure you are heading in the right direction. May I suggest a fourth and fifth Step to see what you want to leave behind in the new year.

[MajestyJo]

M is for Make. Make like you mean it. Some say act as if, but I like to make nice and let it come from the heart. It is my truth in the moment, and I accept it is your truth in the moment, may we agree to disagree and not make a mountain out of a molehill.

[MajestyJo]

M is for Meditation. Taking time out of today to connect with your God.

Meditation with colours have always worked for me.

http://healing.about.com/od/color_meditation/

http://www.ideafit.com/fitness-libra...lizing-color-0

http://www.naturally-holistic.net/Me...n-Chakras.html

[MajestyJo]

M is for Mentor. When you do your 5th Step, it doesn't always have to be with your sponsor. It can be a mentor or a minister. It was mentioned to me, that I didn't have to tell all my story to one person, I could go to someone who can identify with my journey and my soul's need.

[MajestyJo]

M is for Me, Myself, and I. This is the self-centeredness of my disease. I need to care for myself, and I have top myself up, before I give to others, or I will be drained and carry a message full of empty words.

When I get into the `I`with no thought of others, I am acting out in my disease, and my life is unmanageable, when managed by me.

When it is about me, me, me, I am not putting my sobriety first, I have lost it.

Sobriety is about what is good for the whole, looking at what is good for others, and willing to share, me with you, you with me.

[MajestyJo]

M is for Majesty. A little tale as to how I got my name. Many years ago, I worked for Mr. Surplus. I use to get a lot of migraines, and the bosses son told me one day, "The only thing wrong with you is that you take too many pills." Needless to I had a major resentment. I was working late on payroll, his dad was away so I was using the bosses offices so I could work in dim light. The younger brother came into the office to deliver something, and I said, "Would you please ask your brother to turn down the music in the warehouse." A few minutes later I heard, "Tell her Majesty that I will do it when I finish this." I use to be in charge of the warehouse and staff before his dad sent him there from the stores. I didn't take him telling me what to do well. His dad had us make up key chains like they have in the army. My thought was, too bad I didn't think about that and I could have written in "Majesty Jo" under rank.

Looking back, I can see the addict and the self-centered person. The nature of our dis-ease. It didn't help my ego, when two of the workers and the girls in repair, said that they wished I was still in charge. They had problems doing things his way and the kids in the warehouse, came to me for a solution.

The sad thing is, that my boss kept bouncing my cheque, and when it happened the third time, and I had to change my bank three times, I decided to leave. He would hand me cash and think it was no big deal. He came and asked me to go back to work, because the girl I trained, left to join her husband, and he was left high and dry. I wouldn't have gone back, except for the fact that his wife asked too. I went back with the promise that he wouldn't bounce my paycheck again. I think it was three months, and I walked. As they say, "Doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting different results."

I designed new letterhead, changed his files so you could find what you were looking for, remade over his accounts payable and receivables, and although he called me the office manager, I was more like a Girl Friday. He had two stores when I first went to work for him. He had five when I left, and within two years, he was bankrupt. I went to make an amend to him, I was on the bus and I reached up to pull the cord to get off. I looked out the window at his store, and there was a big banner displayed "Closed due to bankruptcy."

The ironic thing was we click as soon as we met. He and his wife invited me to their place one year for Christmas, they had a tree and they were Jewish.

When I went to work for him, he said "Be prepared to work with three hats." He had three companies, and you had to change hats many times a day. I had problems with what I saw as dishonest, having to say to a customer, he is in London, England when he was standing beside me giving me direction. I had a problem with living the lie. The guilt was there, I tried to do the work of three people when I went back to work for him, before I had two girls in the office working with me. I ended up popping pills to cope. I realized that I was having problem typing, a lot of mistakes (thank God for correction tape), and I wasn't giving him the type of work that I use to be able to do.

When I quit and tried for a job, I couldn't believe it my typing was 45 wpm. When I went back to school in 2001-2002 in sobriety, I did 70 wpm at the age of 60.

Majesty is a good reminder to not get too big for my britches, that I need to be mindful of the thinking part of my disease, and it reminds me that my God is majesty over all.