I have a new appreciation for those who post to their blogs everyday. The last couple of days I just felt like “ehhh” to posting, especially when you feel like “who would be interested in the drivel that I have to write about?” So I posted a joke on Saturday and didn’t even bother Sunday or Monday. But I will continue for now and hope that someone is getting something from it.
My best friend R. was telling me last week that she likes the stuff I’ve written about but she really wants to know more about my recovery and the positive things that have happened to me in the past 8 months of sobriety. We’ve been friends for nearly 20 years and she knows all there is to know about me. We talk almost everyday and I assumed that I shared with her things about my recovery. But as I type this out I think she’s saying “tell me and tell anyone who might be reading about those positive changes”.
The guy who led the Monday morning meeting yesterday shared how 6 years ago, waking up on a Monday morning, on a concrete bench or on an ice cold concrete floor was within the realm of possibility every weekend. How you put that roll of toilet paper under your head or the back of your neck for a pillow. How his wife, some other family member or a friend would have to recount for him how he ended up there one more time.
I had never been to jail. It always seemed that I got away with things. That changed for me on Dec. 11, 2009. Now I was the guy waking up on all manner of concrete, wearing that garish orange outfit. What got me there and what happened is for another time. I have been sober now for 241 days. My mind is clear. I am able to be of service not only to A.A. and other alcoholics but also to my family who took me in. My uncle, who recently had knee replacement surgery, had complications and has been left temporarily unable to swallow. His condition requires him to be fed through a peg tube directly into the stomach. Shots and medicines have to be given, errands need to be run, doctor’s appointments made and kept. To stand back and look at what I do for him…it’s really not “all that”. But it’s what he’s needed. I thank God that He saw fit to once again provide me with the opportunity to completely change my life and be of service to Him and others. I am glad that I have taken what has been freely given to me. May I be a good steward of this gift.
When I post/write to my blog, it really doesn't matter if anyone else reads it. I do it for me. My gratitude list is for me, something to engage my brain.
ReplyDeleteI readily admit that it feeds my ego to know others are watching and reading, however. I ain't no saint. LOL
I agree with R. We need to know that you are OK. We don't talk on a daily basis as sometimes life is too busy, either on your end or mine, but I still want to know. I enjoyed the jokes, but just to end it up with a day count or a simple today was another good day would be good.
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ReplyDeleteBy the way, I read it at least once a day if not more. It's part of my daily ritual now. Ranks right up there with checking the numerous papers to see who is "Dead on the internet"
ReplyDeleteThe more you post, the more readership you will attract. It takes time, but I think it is worth it.
ReplyDeleteI don't really think there is another consistent blogger out there who is new in sobriety and really doing the AA deal. You write about it well.
Are you doing OK?
ReplyDeleteI am glad that you are posting. It is a good way to write about recovery. I appreciate your sharing your E, S, and H.
ReplyDeleteI hope you keep posting! My husband is going to need to hear all of this when he decides to stop drinking. He ain't perfect either. I don't want to be what forces him to quit. I would love to be the reason he does quit. I really appreciate your sharing!
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