So this morning I drove up to my old homegroup and saw some old friends. As I walked in, I saw D., and said - "hey isn't your birthday this week?" he said "yes, it is today." He celebrated 23 years of sobriety this morning. And he was told by a couple of guys that 23 years is a "good start." Oh yeah! These are my people! He also told a woman who was coming back again that "you don't get unlimited do-overs here." I really liked that.
It is amazing to me how different groups are. I love, love, love this group, and it is not just because it is the people I got sober with. They actually talk about program in this group. Steps, Service, Fellowship. For reals. The meeting at 5:30 I went to the other night? They were talking about being able to go to bars and have a pepsi and shoot pool. Really. Well, I sort of told them I thought that all sounded pretty good theoretically, but was in practice a very very bad idea. But do I really want to go back to that group very often? nope. Do I want to go back to my old peeps? yep.
I guess I get to make choices like that today.
And now I get to make the choice to go out in this wind and run 9 miles. I would rather pull out my incisors with pliers.