So, I shall go to work this morning. Then I shall go to mass this evening because it is a Holy Day. Then to Biblical School. Mondays are so long, but so good.
Update on the Homeowner's Association: I talked with the president of the board over the weekend. I apologized for my outburst on Tuesday night. I told him I would honor my commitment to serve out my two years on the board. I have 8 more months. I just could not wrap my mind around quitting.
And this is why I feel like a cockroach. The creature that will still be crawling around the earth, long after evolved life has been extinguished. I know it is so negative, but it is how I often feel. Staying sober in AA for over 24 years can make you feel like you are the last one standing. It is the scariest feeling in the world. I watched a woman at the round up last weekend just beam as she stood - the last one standing - in the sobriety count down. 39 years. This really disturbed me because I knew I would be crying if I were she. I talked to my sponsor who has been sober for 35 years and she agreed, she would be crying too. I don't want to be too close to the edge. I want to be right in the middle. I know the reality is that I get closer and closer to the edge the longer I live and the longer I stay sober. But for now, I can revel in being in the middle. And be grateful for God who cares for me so lovingly.