Friday … Three Choices …
The week has come to an end. And the journey continues. I’ve made several trips for supermarket safari – fresh fruit has been a staple along with a few bits and bobs.
It was a cool night, a bit blustery which made it even colder. Tonight’s journey took us through the tunnel to Georges Vanier Metro to take the Orange line all the way to Laurier, instead of switching lines at Berri. And it seemed we arrived at our destination later tonight, than last week when we did the track switch. But we got good seats nonetheless.
We are about at the end of As Bill Sees It. It was a full house. Mostly a 50/50 mix of folks. The topic: Three Choices. #327 …
… we are always left with three choices.
a rebellious refusal to work upon our glaring defects can be an almost certain ticket to destruction. Or, perhaps for a time, we can stay sober with a minimum of self improvement and settle ourselves into a comfortable but often dangerous mediocrity. Or, finally, we can continuously try hard for those sterling qualities that can add up to fitness of spirit and action – true and lasting freedom under God. Grapevine November 1960…
I’ve been working on my list of defects and shortcomings for a while now since working my steps through. I was told that defects never go away fully, but it is our job to mediate them and make sure they don’t get the best of us. I need to continually check my motives on any given day.
I guess you could say that at some point, I realized that I was sitting in comfortable and dangerous mediocrity. Dropping my anchor in a safe and quiet harbor – trying to do the right thing, albeit, quietly and without notice. But the winds of change began to blow and I was forcefully rattled out of my mediocrity into change mode.
Mundane, mediocre life, always doing to same thing week in and week out becomes problematic. I believe that this shake up was destined. I am always on the lookout for a little challenge, and I wasn’t getting it sitting in a meeting that was no longer feeding me in the way I thought I needed.
We’ve been participating in new groups and talking to new people, or talking to people we know in new spaces. Every meeting is unique and topical meetings bring up certain stories and comments between friends.
And tonight we heard the litany of so many self willed alcoholics. “well, I was going to meetings for a while, then I backed off, and decided that I didn’t need meetings, and that I didn’t want to go any more. And didn’t life end up in the shitter because of it ?”
One of our more feminist members, who I have known for many years, in the city, used to come to meetings and berate the men there. She was a task of “live and let live” for sure. I hadn’t seen her in forever but tonight she turned up at the meeting, having taken back her will and stopped going to meetings. I kept my mouth shut. I may be doing something right.
The advice still rings true. Don’t drink, Go to meetings, work with others.
I went to a Tuesday meeting as usual, and one of the guys asked me for some advice about a particular situation, so I gave him my take. On Thursday night I saw him again at St. Matthias, and I asked him if he put into action what he asked me about the other night, and he said he did.
Whenever anyone anywhere reaches out for help, I want the hand of A.A. to be there and for that I am Responsible.
You never know when you are going to be able to help someone no matter how much time you may have. Always be willing to take that step forwards and be of service. You never know, that small gesture you make might just save someones life – or help them not take a drink today.
All in all a good night. Grateful for friends and fellowship.
More to come, stay tuned…