WOW! So it's been a whole year since my very first entry and JUST WOW!
I never would have expected life to be where it is now. A year ago I hadn't experienced the dreaded World Trade Center incident, nor another stint in rehab at an amazing place where I met some amazing humans. I received the therapy I think I always needed to begin healing. I started a new job at a level I thought was beneath me, but that was quickly proven to be exactly what I needed and made me remember never to think that things are beneath me.
Exactly one year ago I stepped into that grocery store to get my money order to pay my rent then walked into that beautiful 3 story modern home in Jersey City. I was still so jaded in what I wanted out of life. I got rid of the social media. (Wish I stuck with that one!) Then I started going at life with no direction. It was fun until it wasn't. I am a highly skilled person with direction, and I tried taking on the largest city in the nation without anything except my newly sober mind. Well...we know how that turned out!
In April I had gallbladder surgery and didn't realize it was going to change my life. I went through it sober and then during a crazy weekend with friends visiting I decided it was time to let loose. That ended up with my backpack being left at the World Trade Center unattended. I'm not sure if I remember 2001 correctly, but I think that's one of the largest NO NOs you can do. Luckily for me, the NYPD was forgiving.
That's when I had a friend help me get into the best program I think there is! I did a 10 day detox then I went to the amazing BC! I went there on May 1 and and I wouldn't change a thing. I got Covid during my first week and my mother broke her arm from a fall as I was put into quarantine at this mansion in North Jersey. Yes, sounds made up. NOPE! This is how my life works. I tried to leave, but everyone tried to stop me...but I had some money in my bank account and I knew better!! Then, a friend of mine---one of the sweetest people I think I've ever met outside of family---finally got through to me. I decided that the right thing to do was to stay and get better and not be a burden to add to something that was going to be taken care of without me there. She stepped up as an outside force and helped my Mother and my Sister to make Mom's recovery a little less stressful.
During my time in this "institution" I learned so much. I was paired with the most amazing therapist. I will forever be grateful for the love and care she gave to me. She helped me figure some things about myself that I had been putting away for years. And at the end of every session I had with her, she asked, "What can I do to support you?" I told her every time, "Keep calling me on my bullshit!"
I spent that time learning to love myself but also learning to love NYC and New Jersey. I explored and found new things, new interests, and new love. I left their "institutionalized" housing and went into a sober living home as a stepping stone.
I was told not to date, but I also crave human connection that a "straight" environment just doesn't offer. People could not relate to me. I was lucky enough to be roommates with another gay man who was able to see many things on my same plane. It was wonderful. I talked to him about my idea of dating and I hadn't been on a date in months. I also had never been sober enough to go on a real date in many many years. So, after weeks of talking to a guy I met online, I decided to go on a date when he asked me. (See previous posts for those first few days) Little did I know that with the spark I already had, along with his love and the love of my Sponsor and the family and friends I still stayed in contact with, I would be able to progress so well that I was able to move out and then get a nice job as a Sales Coordinator at a hotel. I spent a couple of months as a server before that, and I actually really loved it! I even walked there every day and home every night--both on the side of a major highway!
I've been a Director of Sales before, so I was a bit humbled by taking a job as an admin. I never looked down on myself though, because I knew that it was a stepping stone. I was the best Sales Coordinator I could be, and on my 90 day anniversary I received the Employee of the Month award! It came with a little bonus, which was cool--but not expected. Keep in mind that I let the GM and DOS know in my interview that I wanted to grow during my interview. At about 4 months, another job as a Sales Coordinator popped up but in NYC. I wanted to apply, but my boss said I hadn't been at the company long enough (6 months). UGH! I was frustrated, but knew my parameters. At 5 months, the Senior Sales Manager position became open at one of our hotels. I know I'm qualified, but I also know I'm not "tenured", so I approached my GM about it and she told me to go for it because she would have my back. She said she would ask for it to hit my 6 months to keep it within policy if I were to receive an offer.
I went to the interview for the Senior Sales Manager position and the DOS said, "This is more of a conversation than and interview. You came highly recommended by [your GM]" She let me know they had an internal candidate who would receive the same interview as I did. I understood that and I was happy to accept the Group Sales Manager position after less than 6 months with the company. WOW! It came with everything except an office with a view.
I am beyond grateful for this opportunity and it has already opened up so many doors and freedom that is all independent! I don't rely on others for anything now, and people depend on me.
TODAY, was a very interesting day for me. I finally feel comfortable in my position and have been taking on all my job responsibilities. My Senior Sales Manager, who has been training me for her previous position, experienced the death of her father. They are Indian, so they had an Indian funeral held near my home. I attended the funeral with several members of my hotel and our entire company. I must say, I was very appreciative of how our company showed up for her. You spend a lot of your time with work family, so to find a good work family means a lot! The funeral service was amazing and beautiful. It was a new cultural experience that left me feeling some way that I couldn't explain. I spent the service talking to God and remembering my Father and thinking about my life and also the future and how my impact will be on others and also about my mother.
When we left the service, I was ready to get back to work but we walked to a local bakery. Well in a haste to return to the car and not eat in our driver's car, I ate my food on the go as we walked. Somehow I lost my wallet during this shuffle. This happened in the largest metropolitan area in the USA and within 30 minutes, the PD called my phone to let me know they had possession of my wallet.