This morning there was a new man at the meeting. He said he got drunk and woke up with a tattoo on his neck. That he knew this was the end of his five year relationship because she said if he ever got a tattoo on his neck she would leave him. I kinda think he did that on purpose... but what do I know? Sometimes it seems the new people make the most sense in the room. He made a lot of sense and I hope he stays sober. There was another new guy there who talked about how grateful he was, and I thought about how lucky his sponsor is.
I spent the afternoon with my daughter, daughter-in-law, and grandbaby. We ate, talked, and laughed. We picked up the baby and gasped with delight with each one of her tentative steps, and her attempts to wave. We were overjoyed at her surprise when she tasted a root beer float for the first time. It was a good day.
I am going to try to post at night on the blog this week. I cannot show up late to work every day and expect to feel good about myself. This may run counter to all popular culture, but I have found that I have self-esteem in direct relation to how esteemable my behavior is. It just feels a whole lot better to show up on time than it does to arrive at my leisure and hope nothing dramatic has happened in my absence.
Being sober is good. The grace of God is a wonderful thing.