Perspective in recovery
Changing the way we look at ‘problems’, or finding perspective in recovery, is often the first step towards making positive changes in our lives. Perspective in recovery can be everything; don’t underestimate its value for a minute. Awareness of what is real, is far more potent than working on areas of ourselves and the corresponding problems that we may feel are correct in our view. We need to be critical thinkers. We need to be open, we should be willing to learn and grow. If that’s the case we need to be open to reality on life’s terms. Often we become closed minded, especially when we might be more in the wrong or more accountable than we would like to admit. Love of self allows us to be more forgiving of ourselves and then opens us to do the same with others.
Perspective in recovery means that we ascribe to a particular attitude towards or way of regarding something; a point of view. Often there are more than one way to look at things. Rather than being limiting, this often allows more solutions to what we call our problems.
The beautiful poem below offers an amazing insight of Perspective in recovery that we know you will enjoy.
“A Matter of Perspective” – The Cookie Thief
By Valerie Cox
A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops, bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see, that the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be. . .grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between, which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.
So she munched the cookies and watched the clock, as the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock. She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, “If I wasn’t so nice, I would blacken his eye.”
With each cookie she took, he took one too, when only one was left, she wondered what he would do. With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh, he took the last cookie and broke it in half.
He offered her half, as he ate the other, she snatched it from him and thought… oooh, brother. This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude, why he didn’t even show any gratitude!
She had never known when she had been so galled, and sighed with relief when her flight was called. She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate, refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.
She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat, then she sought her book, which was almost complete. As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise, there was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.
If mine are here, she moaned in despair, the others were his, and he tried to share. Too late to apologize, she realized with grief, that she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.