One in the Oven

I am meeting my running group this morning at the home of our coach.  It is the break between the summer/fall session and the winter session.  But most of the group is training for races, so they thought they would get together and put in some mileage anyway.  I am going, but only for four miles... so I don't need to be there until 9 a.m.  We are having breakfast after we are done - and I have been requested to make a pie.  Hence, there is a strawberry rhubarb pie in the oven as we speak (or I write).

Yesterday I heard something in a meeting that just hit me as being weird.  Someone said she is jealous of people who can drink normally.   She has been sober nearly two decades, and she said this.  I asked the woman next to me - do you wish you could have one glass of wine?  Without a nano-second of hesitation, she said "oh, hell no!  I want 2 cases of wine or why would I bother!"  I talked with a sponsee after the meeting and she said the same thing.

I don't even understand the concept of one glass of wine.  It has no appeal to me whatever.  If I were going to drink - and I pray to God I never do again as long as I live, one day at a time -  I would want to get drunk.

I am delighted to be a sober woman.  I can't think of anything I want more.  I think it is the best gift I have ever been blessed with.

Thanks to the grace of God, I am sober today.  I am grateful for that and happy about it.

So, I will go out and give it my best shot today and I hope you all do too.