"Nonsense." Alcoholics Anonymous, p. 98
He read more than that. But I just want to say "nonsense" and act like I am quoting the big book when I do.
I feel I have said everything I ever had to say here. I feel like I spouted off my opinions about stuff. I have shared my experience, strength, and hope. I have shared my flowers, my home, my family, my runs, my races, my romances (before I learned not to), my life, my sobriety. I have told you what I thought of my cherished meetings, my cherished traditions, my cherished memories of a life largely spent in Alcoholics Anonymous.
I have at times felt that I have been casting my pearls before swine. And at times like I have been so honored to become part of your lives.
Right now I am just tired of it.
I will likely be back tomorrow or Monday and get right back to it, but I am just tired of all this writing.
And I am truly not attention seeking. I have so few regular readers at this point that I really don't think it would matter if I stop. But I probably won't anyway.
Let's all stay sober today, OK?