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"Each woman reading this IS an existing CEO of her own life, irrespective of what you do for a living be that stay-at-home-Mom or lead on some multi-billion dollar business, YOU are the CEO of this life you own." Susan C.
Each woman reading this IS an existing CEO of her own life. I rrespective of what you do for a living be that stay-at-home-Mom or lead on some multi-billion-dollar business, YOU are the CEO of this life you own, of which there is only one. YOU are a brand and yes, a brand with a unique look + feel, how you dress, how you walk and talk, how you interact with other humans is TOTALLY within your remit. YOUR brand, your company - it's called YOUR life. It's YOU who makes the big decisions, the small decisions, ALL decisions . Whom you love, whom you don't love, what you commit to or not commit to, or worse, half commit to. If we could ask ourselves the simplest yet most profound of questions “How does it serve my interests?” It will bring PAUSE to all decisions and allow us to ask the core critical question when faced with life, or curveballs be that a scarcity of turkeys this season or a relative visiting, we ultimately get to decide. Drinking? How does it serve my interests? It didn't, it damn near killed me. Not drinking? How does it serve my interests? In every way. It has damn well saved my life. “The world's favourite drug is a drink.” Claire Pooley How does it serve my interests? It didn't, it damn near killed me. As you head into Friday with a glorious hangover-free morning unfolding, no matter what comes your way today, know you are the CEO of your life and take a leaf out of Gerri Kellman's book asking yourself honestly and truthfully how does it serve my interests. Clearly, our interests lie in being alcohol-free powerful women and so, all answers to questions posed must fit the criteria of staying grounded, true to our sober pledge, and empowered as we say not today lady, not today. Keep asking… How does it serve my interests? Lots of love, Susan Christina xxx
Dear Sober Queens, This week we watched the
'My mother is such a trigger for me and she is spending Christmas with us, I feel triggered already and have an overwhelming desire to drink," one lady said by email. Another said “I am so stressed by Christmas that although I say, I am happy to create new traditions, I am not, I hate not How does it serve my interests? It didn't, it damn near killed me. Women tell me …. I need to drink to socialise as I feel awkward and shy, I need to drink to connect with my husband as wine-drinking is our thing of an evening, I need to drink to survive family events as my mother is a narcissist, my Dad is emotionally unavailable, my sister is competitive, my brother doesn't understand me, my boss is a jerk, I need it to unwind after a 12-Hour-Day on shift as a nurse, as a doctor, as a therapist, as a Director, as a woman who stands on her feet 12-hours a day in a drinking." Drinking? store, as a mother of three children, as the mother of teenagers, as the wife of a philandering assh*le, as the wife of a man who doesn't see me, to stop the white noise, to switch off, to end the flashback to trauma in my head, to mend my broken heart……And the list goes as woman after woman explains to me IN DETAIL why they NEED alcohol in her life.. “Some people can hold their breath underwater for over three minutes. Some people can go out for one drink and be satisfied, I can do neither.” Alicia Gilbert Drinking? How does it serve my interests? It didn't, it damn near killed me.
Season 3 Finale of Succession (no spoilers) Gerri Kellman, the acting CEO of the family business was asked by Roman for her voting support in a family dispute and, she very astutely said, “But it doesn't serve my interests. How does it serve my interests?” I sat on the sofa thinking, that is why she is the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar hypothetical company, ruthlessly clear with no emotional history in her answer, how does it serve my interests? Imagine a life of asking ourselves ruthlessly, how does it serve my interests? Drinking? How does it serve my interests? It didn't, it damn near killed me . For a decade I took my wine drinking all the way to the cliff edge knowing deep down there was nothing normal about sitting in a kitchen at night drinking wine, knowing that my intake daily smashed all national guidelines, knowing one bottle a night was reckless and dangerous. I did what I do, I took dependence, stopping short of fractured relationships, stopping short of irreparable damage, stopping short of complete self- loathing, stopping short of it all the way to the wire, stopping short of wine wounds that would run so deep that they would bleed forever and a day. I cliff walked one bottle at a time until I could walk no more, swaying across a bedroom floor in the dark believing I was fooling the people in my world. Drinking? How does it serve my interests? It didn't, it damn near killed me. “
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