A look back at my pals - they're gaining on me!!!
My shoes and socks when I was done.
I am meeting my running club up in a little mountain town for a trail run this morning. I will be walking. But it is a good workout no matter what speed. The photos are from last year. This is only my second year doing this, but already it feels like a tradition I wouldn't want to miss. I have been looking forward to this for a month!
It really doesn't take long to make new traditions. If we are alcoholic, we NEED new traditions if we are to stay sober. Maybe when we were drinking, it worked to go to drunken Uncle Charlie's (with the booze flowing so freely) for our Thanksgiving or Christmas, but probably it isn't going to work if we want to stay sober.
I spent many holidays sitting in the AA clubhouse when I was new in sobriety. It sounds pitiful, but I came to love those holidays much more than I ever loved all the drunken celebrations before I got sober. You could pretty much trust people there to be the same all day - no major mood changes, no sudden rages, or souring of mood with the attendant sarcasm and cruelty. No airing of old grievances. (sorry to the fans of Festivus!) Just people in the same lifeboat, learning to love a new life. It was good.
I love traditions, but they don't have to be old to be good. I say it's never too late to get wonderful cherished traditions.
Thanking God today for this sober life. It's a wonderful life.