Sunday Morning

Yesterday I went to a different meeting.  Then I went to a different priest for confession!  It was a radical day.  Going to the different meeting was OK.  I got treated like a visiting dignitary which is very creepy.  A few people there knew me, so they knew about my *eons* of sobriety, which was just goonie.  I think there is value in long-term sobriety - don't get me wrong.  But to think someone with a length of sobriety has all the answers is just ridiculous.  I have accumulated a pretty big collection of sober experiences and that is valuable, but I could have a drink tomorrow just like anyone else.  I am pretty sure I am not going to drink today though!  

Then I went to a different priest to go to confession.  I get self-conscious about confessing the same things over and over again.  Maybe this time will be different?  I know that I like my parish priest a lot better, so I will just suck it up and go back there the next time.

I went shopping for stuff to wear to a party last night.  This shopping has got to end.   I have spent a lot of money in the last week.  A new bag for my trip.  Binoculars for my trip.  A pair of yoga pants for my trip.  A new cute top to go with the yoga pants.  A new metal water bottle, so I don't get poisoned from plastic ones.  A new purse.  A new wallet.  A new pair of high heeled sandals (yay!)  A new blouse.  A new lipstick.  And probably other things I have forgotten. 

And now, to church.  Then the granddaughters are coming over while all of their relatives who are not in rehab or on a backpacking trip will be on the golf course.  Then my son is coming over for Sunday Dinner.  

Who could even imagine this would be my life today?  It is wonderful.