I am feeling my oats this morning, I truly am. While I am battling some kind of respiratory bug, no fun at all, I braved the elements, so to speak, and succeeded in replacing the belt on my clothes dryer. The belt is the thing that loops around the dyer drum and makes the thing spin.
I am constantly amazed – and deeply grateful – for the gifts of sobriety. I will be sober eight years next July and when this dryer belt snapped I fully expected myself to be launched into the familiar crisis woe-is-me mode. But it didn’t happen. That’s not to say my spirits didn’t droop when that bad boy snapped last week. They did. But I wasn’t at all overwhelmed which both surprised and delighted me. I immediately jumped online and went to a terrific site, www.repairclinic.com , punched in the model number of my dryer, and ordered it. I then went to some sites to get instructions to learn how to go about actually replacing the belt.
Present through all this was the undercurrent belief, born of my history, which says Peter Kahrmann can’t succeed at things like this. But I learned some time ago that while my history might be inundating me with some message about myself, I am wise to recognize it as bogus and relieve it of any decision making power.
And so I went down to the dryer, accompanied by my German Shepherd, McKenzie (you never know when a dryer might act up), and went to work. It took an hour, but I got the job done. From not feeling well at all I didn’t and don’t have much energy, but I am doing a wash now and am smiling ear to ear knowing I’ll be able to dry my clothes.
Life is good, even better when you’re sober.