|pho fo' one|
I met a woman from my alma mater's alumni relations this morning and we had a cup of coffee. She asked me how I got into my career. I told her I would love to tell her and asked her if she had a minute. She and I had such a pleasant hour in a downtown Starbucks. It was nice to be with someone who I could just tell my story to and not need to feel ignorant about anything.
My lunch appointment did not show up, so I headed over to the pho restaurant I have been wanting to try. She called later in the afternoon, very apologetic. I can relate to forgetting things I really don't want to forget. We will have lunch next week.
I was in an utter panic this morning. I talked to my boss when I got to work. She reassured me. As I was talking with her, I thought about something in the big book: "have we kept something to ourselves which should be discussed with another person at once?" -- Alcoholics Anonymous, p. 86. That used to puzzle me when I was new, but I have found over the years that this can be big things and small things - I can tend to sit and perseverate on them, when they could easily be resolved by getting them out in the open.
So, I will hit my bed now, thanking God for another sober day. And for a sober way of life that makes things infinitely more tolerable.