Yesterday I went to a different meeting. Then I went to a different priest for confession! It was a radical day. Going to the different meeting was OK. I got treated like a visiting dignitary which is very creepy. A few people there knew me, so they knew about my *eons* of sobriety, which was just goonie. I think there is value in long-term sobriety - don't get me wrong. But to think someone with a length of sobriety has all the answers is just ridiculous. I have accumulated a pretty big collection of sober experiences and that is valuable, but I could have a drink tomorrow just like anyone else. I am pretty sure I am not going to drink today though!
Then I went to a different priest to go to confession. I get self-conscious about confessing the same things over and over again. Maybe this time will be different? I know that I like my parish priest a lot better, so I will just suck it up and go back there the next time.
I went shopping for stuff to wear to a party last night. This shopping has got to end. I have spent a lot of money in the last week. A new bag for my trip. Binoculars for my trip. A pair of yoga pants for my trip. A new cute top to go with the yoga pants. A new metal water bottle, so I don't get poisoned from plastic ones. A new purse. A new wallet. A new pair of high heeled sandals (yay!) A new blouse. A new lipstick. And probably other things I have forgotten.
And now, to church. Then the granddaughters are coming over while all of their relatives who are not in rehab or on a backpacking trip will be on the golf course. Then my son is coming over for Sunday Dinner.
Who could even imagine this would be my life today? It is wonderful.