tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23239224623826643462024-03-05T17:14:25.928-08:00emilyism.comemilyism.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14195677271423227109noreply@blogger.comBlogger1380125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323922462382664346.post-76597472309106579942020-01-05T10:44:00.001-08:002020-01-05T10:44:39.785-08:00EMILYISM 2.0 COMING SOON emilyism.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14195677271423227109noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323922462382664346.post-80137426000187243962016-08-04T07:41:00.000-07:002020-01-05T10:47:14.290-08:00Where you can find me...You are important to me. I never want anyone to feel as broken and lonely as I did - that is why I am willing to tell my story at such a public level.<br />
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The last thing I ever wanted is for people to relate and identify with and then not be able to find me. In fact that was the very reason this blog was started. The truth be told after many years of blogging I just kind of ran out of things to say and quite frankly I was tired of blogging about being sick - so I stopped. God gave me a brand new life in sobriety and it was time for me to start living it. Please know that I am accessible and love hearing from you. You are not alone- and it does get better, I promise.<br />
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emilyism.com@gmail..comemilyism.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14195677271423227109noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323922462382664346.post-29623889690462609222015-04-02T05:23:00.000-07:002015-04-02T05:23:35.405-07:00Instead of getting scared when her dreams started coming true - she took great faith in the fact that her dreams were so much bigger than her, understood with all of her heart that she was only a small part of them...with that understanding and faith she took a deep breath, thanked God, and ran off to live the life he had created for her..............................emilyism.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14195677271423227109noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323922462382664346.post-75734614446966970412015-03-20T22:37:00.001-07:002015-03-20T23:21:44.112-07:00Blog EnvyEnvy is a big red flag stearing us in the direction we are meant to go - I read this quote on a blog..I'm pretty sure it was momestry.com (if you haven't read it you for sure should!) the fact I read it on that blog is actually pretty funny as I totally have blog envy of it. She's amazingly honest, has a book and a shit ton of readers .. She has accomplished on her blog the goals I have set for mine. <div><br></div><div>But then suddenly I was reminded that this blog was built by the Grace of God and that it really doesn't matter what I want. I built it to make people feel less alone and there is no doubt that it has done that. </div><div><br></div><div>I am starting to read more recovery blogs and reach out to other amazing women who are speaking out loud and bravely about recovery. As I've said a million times the more we talk about it the less power it has over us.</div><div><br></div><div>Here's to brave people who take their recovery stories outside of the rooms. ..it isn't everybody's calling but is without a doubt mine.</div><div><br></div><div>Thank you for helping me and encouraging me to be brave. </div><div><br></div><div>**if you're just starting out know that you are not alone ... Ask for help, reach out and let us love you until you can love yourself**</div><div><br></div><div>xoxo, </div><div>Emily </div><div>(Lol I have watched WAY too much Gossip Girl) </div><div></div><div><br></div>emilyism.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14195677271423227109noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323922462382664346.post-7639848075181763792015-03-16T10:51:00.001-07:002015-03-16T10:51:08.325-07:00<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHgWyQAIFJQvriSqHdRChXYbCFLSWR1XgTPpYLgxHe_bLkV6VSKCBjx5Y4B8dtm-DJnjiDTFr4QnMhH8lE7QevfGKhoY8ezGhmIv0zSI5oM_Yi57hto_-w1kRj5fL7WNVddArblNjvx_Q/s640/blogger-image--784610170.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHgWyQAIFJQvriSqHdRChXYbCFLSWR1XgTPpYLgxHe_bLkV6VSKCBjx5Y4B8dtm-DJnjiDTFr4QnMhH8lE7QevfGKhoY8ezGhmIv0zSI5oM_Yi57hto_-w1kRj5fL7WNVddArblNjvx_Q/s640/blogger-image--784610170.jpg"></a></div>emilyism.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14195677271423227109noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323922462382664346.post-63157270922178282322015-03-11T21:02:00.002-07:002015-03-11T21:02:37.190-07:00Giving up Sugar for LentIf you follow me on FB then you know I gave up sugar for lent. Come to find out sugar was my "go-to" emotion food. I'll be honest I'm feeling pretty crappy. But I've been around long enough to know that feelings aren't facts and that they will pass. In this case they will for sure pass on April 5th - which is not only Easter but also my 41st Birthday. I am starting the day with pancakes! (hint, hint to my family)<br />
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I also gave up artificial sweetener, because I'm a bit of a Go Big or Go Home kind of girl.<br />
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I have proven to myself multiple times that I can set a goal and stick to it (which is a huge deal for me because for years I was pretty sure that I was the most undisciplined person around) The problem is keeping some sort of routine after the goal has been met.<br />
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Example: I did 64 days of yoga in a row and then it took me 2 months to get back in a yoga room. My plan was to scale back to 3 classes per week. It didn't help that I got a boyfriend right after which always throws me off my game - not their fault - totally mine. It is something I am working on.<br />
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These goals for sure let me see my patterns...<br />
No Boyfriend = big goals that I always accomplish<br />
Boyfriend = no goals and crappy routines.<br />
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So as for right now I have no boyfriend, I don't drink, I don't smoke and I'm not eating any sugar... I'm just a peach to be around :)<br />
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I know my business will be a success<br>
I know I will meet the love of my life<br>
I know I will always be able to provide for my family <br>
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How do you know? Faith told me so.emilyism.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14195677271423227109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323922462382664346.post-53480295518975994362015-02-19T15:44:00.003-08:002015-02-22T14:16:13.231-08:00No GameI had a girlfriend call last week with a broken heart..it had happened again. Meet a man, he says and does all of the right things. claims his love for you - but in a matter of weeks - bam- it's over, just like that. Leaving a bright, beautiful and brilliant women feeling alone and confused thinking that she has done something wrong.<br>
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My words to her were this.. find one without game. One who doesn't have all of the beautiful words to get you in the sack. One who is a bit shy and reserved. One you have to crack open to get to the good stuff.<br>
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I know the following is a bit harsh but it is my observation and I am going to share it... What I have found is that men with game (all the right words) in the end are either mildly sociopathic or at the lease misogynists. They normally had to be very manipulative to get the love and attention from the most important women in their lives (Like their Mom - which is super sad and unfair)<br>
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Game = Mommy issues (most of the time) My maternal instant wants to parent, love and fix broken men. But the fact is it doesn't work. No matter how hard I try I will never be able to fix the pain and hurt of poor parenting. Nothing I can do will ever be good enough to fill that void - trust me I've tried.<br>
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My advice to her (and myself) is this......find a shy one that loves his Mom.<br>
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Here is a post I left on a FB debate about 50 shade of Grey.....<br />
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emilyism.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14195677271423227109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323922462382664346.post-84315678003052581102015-02-12T08:35:00.000-08:002015-02-12T12:17:30.769-08:00Why is the Cubs my Happy Place?<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoE80Zjqwvg7kXXzrX_518RwdsHCmB5kVscyWpiqoIdaCeI6NyLnd93JVk9iTGV8YgDpBOTdeMCTL2MUw8D1tPiN48PM_c_qpAa1bAu7sH6zHHufpO52kRdCH8c77isG_ozmkia37EhpI/s640/blogger-image--829459864.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoE80Zjqwvg7kXXzrX_518RwdsHCmB5kVscyWpiqoIdaCeI6NyLnd93JVk9iTGV8YgDpBOTdeMCTL2MUw8D1tPiN48PM_c_qpAa1bAu7sH6zHHufpO52kRdCH8c77isG_ozmkia37EhpI/s640/blogger-image--829459864.jpg"></a></div>Every time I go see my friends at the Cubs Spring stadium I Facebook that I am at my "happy place" Yesterday it dawned on me that maybe you were wondering why a baseball stadium would ever be my happy place. I can explain...<br>
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5 year ago I walked into the Chicago Cubs Spring training facility broken, broke, sad and afraid. I was at my worst- or at least the worst I had been in sobriety. My heart was so broken that I could hardly take a full breath. And I was so poor that I literally ran out of gas on the way there. I was there to be the caterer having no clue that what I was going to find there was a brand new life. I found confidence and friendship. I found a break from the shattering loneliness I was living with. I spend a lot of time there, even when I wasn't working. It was truly the place that made me the happiest. It wasn't a bad deal for Gavin either as he truly loves everything about the sport of baseball, so being able to "play" in a stadium was pretty magical to him too.<br>
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It will always, always hold a special place in my heart. <3 nbsp="" p=""><!--3--><div><br></div>emilyism.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14195677271423227109noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323922462382664346.post-35192774060515516002015-02-05T16:58:00.001-08:002015-02-06T06:29:05.646-08:00AnnoyedThere's something about me that I don't like to admit - not even to myself. But they say we're only sick as our secrets so maybe if I let it out it'll fade away… I am easily annoyed - sounds people make, little quirks, shit sometimes people in general just annoy me. I have very little tolerance for behavior that I deem intolerable. <div><br></div><div>This whole being annoyed and irritated thing is getting a little bit out of control. I would hate to think that that's just me...that I am this irritatable intolerant women. :/ </div><div><br></div><div>I know the fact of the matter is That I am not spiritually fit right now. Spiritual people don't feel like punching others for gulping or chewing too loudly. Spiritually fit people have love and tolerance for their fellow man. </div><div><br></div><div>I am doing everything I can to take care of my current spiritual condition...but between now and then if I do something unloving or intolerant to you please know it is me not you - and that I am sorry ❤️</div>emilyism.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14195677271423227109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323922462382664346.post-51007057333016664772015-02-02T17:24:00.001-08:002015-02-04T05:06:21.488-08:00Doing the next right thing...There are times I'm not sure what the next right thing to do is but I'm normally pretty clear on what the next wrong action to take is. I'm uncomfortable, lonely and going through a mass amount of growth. My will wants to reach out and fill that void with something unhealthy...like finding a man or eating crappy food or whatever is temporarily gonna make me feel better. I know that is not the answer and I know if I just hold on the uncomfortableness will pass. <div><br></div><div>I am doing everything that I was taught to do. I'm going to meetings and working with other alcoholics. I'm eating healthy and doing yoga. I'm doing step work and digging deeper into the things that are affecting me in my life today.</div><div><br></div><div> I'm doing all of these things even though what I really want to do is crawl up in bed and not get out for the rest of the month but instead I will ... Just keep swimming…</div>emilyism.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14195677271423227109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323922462382664346.post-56634779718099076252015-01-30T05:35:00.001-08:002015-02-04T05:06:56.988-08:0021 day yoga challengeIf you follow me on Facebook you know that I've done numerous yoga challenge. One was for 64 days straight, one was for three iron classes per week for two months and my most recent was 21 classes in 30 days. <div><br></div><div>I am the most proud of this last one. The reason is that I accomplish that goal in spite of everything that was going on in my life - the biggest event of the year, a breakdown, a small bout of depression, dealing with Gavin (who isn't doing all that well in school) </div><div><br></div><div>But I set a goal and for me not to accomplish it was unacceptable. 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It is tough to admit that I am that type of alcoholic - but I am. The last few weeks have taught me that I still have manic in me - I find that to be upsetting and scary - as manic has lead me to very dark places in the past. But not this time. This time I knew exactly what to do and because of that I kept my sanity and my soberity. <br>
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The above blog post is proof that it DOES get better. On my home from yoga today the words -This is going to be the best year of your life- came out of my mouth out of nowhere... it was a little bit odd, but I decided to just go ahead and agree.<br />
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