Releasing what was never mine to control; Embracing what is mine to enjoy.
Celebrating Celebrating forty-one years with friends at a meeting today — after a two -year hiatus — was just about super. What to say about living forty-one years sober? A close relative gave me a segue. When I told her
What’s Today’s Verb Tense? Rereading Step Ten at a recent 12 &12 meeting, I see how reminders of what I hear at meetings take on fresh usefulness —like Keep recovery in the present tense — written in red ink.
How are you at hitting curve balls? (metaphorical or real) That was the topic for at a recent anniversary. The speaker described a serious bout with a mean kind of cancer several years into their recovery. And they did not
When I think back about why I think I drank, details fuzz over. Mainly I started to drink because that was what everybody was doing. My friends and I were sneaking around, getting “tight,’” and partying. It was the early
Program Math “So, when I finally took that moral inventory,” an AA said, “I found a common denominator in everything that was wrong— it was me.” Whoa. Wait. What? I am a common denominator in all my troubles? What about
Every time I read through Step Four in the 12 &12 at a meeting, I kinda wind up thinking: “Oh, I could have done the last inventory better.” Deciphering the sidebar notes I scribble on the side — the counsel
One of the gifts that keeps on giving in this pandemic is The Grapevine. Its authors in the current and past issues make me feel like I am at a friendly speakers meeting. I can take what I need, and
In my white-knuckling phase, I kept asking, Am I an alcoholic? I couldn’t be; I just wasn’t that bad — not like other problem drinkers I knew! Reading in Step by Step: Real AAs, Real Recovery, I gleaned a bit
So, a friend and I are reading the Big Book out loud, alternating pages. Reading aloud, albeit over the phone, has been refreshing — a reminder how grateful I am for those who thought this book out and put it