Well, it's been wild this past week. A floor was installed in my room and the walls painted. In the meantime I slept on the sofa. Usually not a hard place to fall asleep on while watching TV. Somehow, the experience is not the same when it was because my bed is in storage. Jeesh. Now, I know I didn't h-a-v-e to sleep there. But I did. Sleep is not really the word that comes to mind. I felt uncomfortable, put-out, imposed on. I didn't want to. So for 3 nights my martyr role skewed my reality. I'm a nut...not because I go there...I stay there. I used to stay there for weeks, months, years on end. Now, I've had a taste of the good life, a sober life, a sane life...I'm no longer willing to stay in the abyss. And I know what to do...call my sponsor, go to a meeting, work the Steps, help someone else, journal, etc.
Yesterday I chaired a meeting, discharged some of the material, grieved. Then turned it over to the group, got back on track. We shared our experience, strength and hope. Thank GOD.
Dear Lord GOD Creator, thank YOU for the blessings and opportunities YOU bestow...as YOU Will. Love, Carol xoxox
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