I've been out and about... to meetings and here and there and visiting with friends. What a great way to start a weekend. I wish my house were cleaner, I could keep on with a leisurely weekend - but alas, my house needs some serious work. Unfortunately, my shoulder has reached a point where I am now wearing a sling on my right arm because I need to immobilize this arm. My doc put me in one six months ago, and after some physical therapy it had improved to the point where I thought I would never need it again - ha!This morning I am going to do a risky thing. I am going to take the flannel sheets off my bed and replace them with my wonderful white cotton sheets with the embroidery and eyelet trim. I shall freeze tonight because it is still quite cold. But I can't stand another night between flannel sheets.
Last night I drove across town to a meeting I don't normally get to. I sat next to an old friend I have known since I got sober. I thought about the fact that we are now quite a bit older than we were. She was in her 20s, I was in my early 30s back then. Obviously we are not now. What a comfort it is to me to sit with an old friend like that. Another person who has stayed sober come hell or high water and we have both faced a bit of each... and kept turning to God, and knowing that he would see us through - no matter what. And he did. So there we were.
Sitting in that room, which is the current incarnation of my very first group, I remembered my very first 24 hours of sobriety. I was concerned about what I would do when my children got married. How would I handle the wedding - the champagne toast? Wouldn't it be awkward? I asked someone this... and some sage alcoholic asked me how old my children were. I meekly told him "my son is 7 and my twin daughters are 5." Well, that person told me I ought to try staying sober one day at a time.
And do you know that when my son got married last week at the age of 33 - not once did the issue of a champagne toast even come up?
Glad someone told me not to spend a lot of time worrying about that.
I am very glad I have you other alcoholics to talk to because I can't think my way out of a paper bag! And God is able to work best with the hands, ears, and mouths of the people he has put on this earth.
What a deal!
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Sounds like you're having a nice serene weekend. Enjoy!
Sorry 'bout the shoulder. I'm glad we got this far - imagine what it will look like in another 26 26 years!
...neither can I...
Blessings and aloha...
I had to smile about the champagne toast. When I get stuck in self pity I worry about getting old and who is going to help me. I just need to stay where I am today. Have a great Saturday.
I actually have had those thoughts myself about the champagne toast. I have other things on which to focus first, though. And it's funny, but I knew the sage's response before I read it. And that is a blessed thing.
Again, welcome back!
That's too funny about worrying about that so far in advance.
In my first few days sober, it bothered me that I would have to cook Italian dishes without plenty of red wine. I couldn't imagine a future without wine in the food if not me.
These things do work themselves out, one day at a time. Hope the shoulder feels better soon. I have just put flannrel sheets on my bed and love the warmth of them?
I passed up an invitation to my friend's daughter's party last night because I don't "party" anymore and they do. I worried about what she would think of me since we are good friends. I might be able to be around people getting drunk one day but not today. It does not add to my life. I think that is what I will tell her. The truth.
♥namaste♥
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