Grateful Heart Monday

Welcome to another Grateful Heart Monday, where gratitude gets expressed at the start of every week, which for today is for my partner Chris stepping in to handle a situation that fully spiraled out of control recently with a neighbor I had already experienced a verbal run-in with a few weeks ago that I felt completely helpless to deal with.

In recent weeks, life became exceptionally difficult with a next-door neighbor, someone I wrote about in a prior entry where the principle of “Love Thy Neighbor” had been going in one direction only. For those who didn’t read my prior article on this, up until this spring, I had maintained this neighbor’s yard for years, never asking for anything, simply because I wanted to lend a helping hand to the aging owner who had been really struggling with their health. When they eventually passed away, I was informed that my services were no longer needed by one of the siblings who had moved in. So, I spent this year maintaining a few feet on the other side of our fence given our fence was never built on our property line, as laws back when it was built didn’t allow for that, and I didn’t exactly know where the actual line was. Nothing was ever said about this until a few weeks ago when I trimmed some new grass the sibling had planted in the area in question that I had still been maintaining. That led to their huge explosion and Chris eventually stepping in to handle the situation.

For the first few weeks, he started to maintain the area in question rather than I, and backing off by only mowing a few inches on the other side of our fence. Unfortunately, the sibling was still convinced it violated what they felt was theirs and erected a makeshift chicken-wire fence, placing it directly next to ours. When we came home late one night to discover this, it began a 48-hour cycle of stress and anxiety for me I haven’t experienced since last being on medication for it over 11 years ago now. Thankfully, Chris immediately handled it the next day by calling the police, as he wanted to make sure things didn’t escalate out of control. I wasn’t home at the time, and I’m glad I wasn’t because I had a lot of emotion surrounding it all. Given the amount of blood, sweat, and tears I placed into taking this neighbor’s yard from weeds and violets to a lush blanket of green grass over five to six years of time seemingly meant nothing to them, and it frankly stung, bad. My partner totally kept his cool about it though, even as the police acknowledged how passive-aggressive the neighbor’s action was. They let the neighbor know that and told them as well that it needed to be moved back enough for us to maintain the area around our fence. They further said that it eventually needed to be removed altogether because it hadn’t been properly surveyed and wasn’t approved fencing material. The neighbor said they understood and that it was only temporary to set an example, which Chris remained calm and collective through. I’m grateful he handled it all with such ease, even later that night via text, when he sent a friendly text to the neighbor indicating he only needed a few more inches to successfully maintain our yard and was willing to help them move the fencing the next morning if needed. Unfortunately, the next morning they hadn’t responded or moved anything, so Chris, after receiving the blessing of the police who said he could move it if they hadn’t, did just that. He further promised me he would continue to handle this if anything more should arise, as he knew I didn’t have the desire anymore to be involved, especially given I’m not one of the property owners.

Why this is such a huge piece of gratitude in my life overall is because my partner for the longest time never stood up for things that were affecting more me than him. Chris was raised on a belief system that people should fight their own battles, but sometimes battles in relationships require one partner to stand up for the other, something Chris had never really faced much in life prior to me. This is why I’m grateful to see he’s working on this and wanted to acknowledge that today, especially in how he’s handling this very stressful situation, showing firm composure and support of me for all the pain this neighbor’s actions brought upon my heart.

While I hope one day this neighbor’s heart may soften and be able to feel more of the presence of God to see me in a completely different light than the one they have painted me in, I am filled with immense gratitude on this Grateful Heart Monday for my partner stepping in to fully handle this very nerve-wracking situation from now on. Thank you, Chris, for this. It means more to me than you know…

Peace, love, light, and joy,
Andrew Arthur Dawson

Question For The Day

Today’s question is…

What is the most bizarre dream you’ve had lately?

Peace, love, light, and joy,
Andrew Arthur Dawson


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Having A Drinking Dream…27 Years Later…

There is a thing that often occurs with many newcomers to any addiction recovery program and that is dreams about relapsing. Newfound sobriety for many often generates this type of dream as one gets used to being clean and sober from whatever their addiction was. Early on, 27 years ago, I had many of those relapsing dreams. As the years went on though, they became grossly infrequent, until they became non-existent at all, that is until last week, when I had one of them out of the clear blue.

In my dream, I was actually dating a woman of all things and faking my attraction to her. I kept trying to convince myself I could find her attractive if I just tried hard enough and decided that consuming a beer was part of that solution. I ironically did this very thing quite a bit back in my college years to deal with a part of me I wasn’t ready to face then. Regardless, after I consumed that first beer in my drinking dream, that old euphoric sensation returned and I suddenly said to myself, “I remember this awesome feeling!” I basked in that moment in my dream until I started feeling dizzy, something that frequently happened to me back in my drinking and drugging days, and something I most assuredly didn’t like. I then began to wrestle with my ego in the dream, telling myself it wasn’t a relapse, as it had been just one drink. I decided I wouldn’t tell anyone and would just continue on with my long-term sobriety. Guilt consumed me in the dream though, so I went to bed to sleep it off. When I awoke, I didn’t realize I was still asleep, as I was having one of those dreams within a dream, like the movie Inception portrayed. I felt incredibly guilty and realized what I had done and knew I had blown my sobriety, but yet I maintained the notion I just wasn’t going to tell anyone. I then abruptly woke up for real this time, laying in my bed at home, and noticed I was sweating bullets and my heart was racing fastidiously. It was then I quickly realized with much thankfulness it was only a dream.

The relief I felt for the rest of that day was most definitely appreciative, as the notion of relapsing after 27 years made me feel so incredibly sick to my stomach, especially when I saw how fast I returned to chronic lying. The good news though is that I didn’t actually relapse. And the better news is how the drinking dream provided me a beautiful reminder why I stopped drinking and drugging in the first place. That abhorrence was still there even after one drink in my dream, so I know it would still exist in real life as well if I ever gave in to temptation.

Sadly, many newcomers to sobriety and recovery who have these type of relapse dreams, often don’t feel guilty upon waking and wish they could go back into their dream. Some even propel themselves back into their actual addiction all over again after having a dream like this. These types of individuals just weren’t ready for long-term sobriety and recovery unfortunately, which is why I’m so appreciative of having the drinking dream I did.

My life was once filled with an incredible sense of fakery when drinking and drugging and many other things had the best of me, including lying on a regular basis. I’m thankful to say I’m not that guy anymore in my recovering life from addiction. But I’m far more thankful I can say 27 years later I’m still clean and sober and even more dedicated to remaining clean and sober after waking from that drinking dream.

Peace, love, light, and joy,
Andrew Arthur Dawson