[m4w] faith
Feb. 6th, 2004 11:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cthulhia
Step eleven of the typical 12-step program is, apparently, about having religious beliefs.
My only real experience with anyone who actually did a 12-step program was Bridezilla. She entered Overeaters Anonymous and exited born-again, which supports the assertion that there's a definite Christian/Conversion subtext to it all.
Luckily, it seems our m4w writer will have none of that. No amount of reading or thinking or external input will change was some part of you simply knows.
Spirituality is experiencial. Distinguish what you do believe from what you "should" believe.
This leads us to todays Women's Wit, from Georgette Heyer: When fate’s got it in for you, there’s no limit to what you may have to put up with.
Appropriately enough, Close to Home is a prisoner looking with horror at his cellmate's gleeful receipt of a karaoke machine.
Meanwhile, I've reached what![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hammercock would refer to as the lung-butter portion of my cold, which usually indicates it's nearly over. I slept for 11+ hours last night. That seems to have helped a bit. I'd been taking a lone advil during the day, but now I'm out. I'm theorizing that I really only needed it for the caffiene, so instead upping the coffee and tea now. I really don't want to make the extra trip to restock. Why expose myself to Boston Drivers on Snow any more than absolutely necessary?
My only real experience with anyone who actually did a 12-step program was Bridezilla. She entered Overeaters Anonymous and exited born-again, which supports the assertion that there's a definite Christian/Conversion subtext to it all.
Luckily, it seems our m4w writer will have none of that. No amount of reading or thinking or external input will change was some part of you simply knows.
Spirituality is experiencial. Distinguish what you do believe from what you "should" believe.
This leads us to todays Women's Wit, from Georgette Heyer: When fate’s got it in for you, there’s no limit to what you may have to put up with.
Appropriately enough, Close to Home is a prisoner looking with horror at his cellmate's gleeful receipt of a karaoke machine.
Meanwhile, I've reached what
hammercock would refer to as the lung-butter portion of my cold, which usually indicates it's nearly over. I slept for 11+ hours last night. That seems to have helped a bit. I'd been taking a lone advil during the day, but now I'm out. I'm theorizing that I really only needed it for the caffiene, so instead upping the coffee and tea now. I really don't want to make the extra trip to restock. Why expose myself to Boston Drivers on Snow any more than absolutely necessary?
