Thursday, April 19, 2012
Slogging through the week
I am slogging through the week. At a meeting at work yesterday a person I am coming to really admire said something like this: "We are exactly where we should be in this process. We are slogging through." Since this new process is what my new job is, it felt good to hear it described this way. We are not skipping through it, we are slogging, and it is a tough slog. Even the girl geniuses I work with are starting to have a tough time with it. I am not happy that they are suffering, but I am glad I am not alone.
That phrase reminded me of the line in the big book that says we "trudge the road of happy destiny." Not skip, not leap, not run. We trudge. Some days are happy, skippy, jumpy, and some days are a slow slog.
The real reward lies in trudging, slogging, through the tougher times. We exercise our sobriety muscles.
There is something in "As Bill Sees It" about depression that I love. I am three minutes past my time limit to write this, so I am not going to look it up right now. But I will paraphrase. We hold our face to the light, even though for the moment we do not see.
I am holding my face to the light. Because I know that God is with me.