I have lately felt this tiny hole in my gut. I have tried to ascertain the cause of the hole, and I think it is a combination of things. My son being in a very dangerous place (Iraq), one of my daughters being in the dangerous psychic place of leaving her husband, my other daughter purchasing a motorcycle and taking increasingly scary (to me) trips into the wilderness. Then, of course, the demise of what seemed like such a promising relationship (I keep saying I am not going to talk about this anymore, but, oh well). And although I know another man, another computer, more gadgets, and more clothes will not fill the hole in my gut, I still have the instinct to do those things.
Only God can fill me up. And in my experience, he cannot do that when I am sitting around thinking about myself. He only has the opportunity to do that when I am busy thinking of and doing for others.
"I just know that you are expected, at some point, to do more than carry the message of AA to other alcoholics. In AA we aim not only for sobriety - we try again to become citizens of the world that we rejected, and of the world that once rejected us. This is the ultimate demostration toward which Twelfth Step work is the first but not the final step." -- As Bill Sees It, p. 21