My therapist, or as she prefers Life Coach (LC), accused me of having a small life a while ago. I wasn't exactly sure what she meant at the time, but I had a suspicion she was right. After I joined OA and started examining my life in the context of my compulsion, I had to agree that my life is indeed smaller than it need be. I cut myself off from many people and activities I love while I practiced my disease in isolation.
On Friday it is my turn to "Virtual Share" with one of my project teams. Since we work from several different offices (including Paris), every week at the start of the status meeting someone shares a PowerPoint slide full of pictures that represent that person's life. Most are of spouses, children and pets. I have none of these. There are also hobbies and activities represented. I have a few of these, but not a lot of pictures to represent them. Especially recent pictures. I forgot to bring my camera on Friday for poker. I'm borrowing one from this past spring to scan in. The last time I saw the picture was at Mr. Ps funeral.
So, my slide will be pictures of my nephews, the sushi costume, and one poker picture. I feel like I should scan in a picture of my Mom. She died over three years ago so I only have one digital picture of her, it's the one we used for her obituary. She is playing in a ball pit with BugBoy. Maybe I will go ahead and used that one. He was the light of her life.
I don't have that many pictures of myself. I'm usually the one behind the camera. I will include one of this year's witch face and my favorite of me and Max from a couple years ago. I have some pictures of me and Monkey in the pool this fall, but I'm showing a lot more flesh than I'd like to show to co-workers.
Oh, and I'm still parking outside. I haven't touched the boxes from IKEA. I had to scrape ice and snow from my car this morning. ICE and SNOW! What the hell! I am so not ready for winter.