At some of these we balked …
Another week has begun. Full of people and places. Things are moving forwards and I am hopeful that in the coming days, the answers I need are going to come, seeing that tomorrow is the end date for cv’s to be turned in for a high end job that hubby applied for. His deadline was August 1st, do or die.
I was up and out early this afternoon for Trinity Memorial. I enjoy this meeting because of the quality of the men and women in residence. There was much discussion about ourselves and another meeting we all frequent. I go to certain meetings with certain people because they are my friends and they tell me what I must hear and challenge me to grow.
I made a choice to join Vendome Beginners this month as things are in flux and a move to a new location is imminent. Hopefully by months end, (August) we will have a new dedicated space that is more intimate than the room we now use. It’s not very conducive to welcoming and warm.
We read from the Big Book, and chapter 5 – How it works.
Because we are a beginners meeting, we relate early sobriety to the newcomer so that they get what it takes to get sober, to stay stopped, and never have to drink again.
It was ordained then back in the day, the life I was coming to live here. And in time I learned how to live in this city, getting around, meeting people, and finding healthy relationships to know.
Having completed successfully, a geographic in sobriety, the plans were laid down and it all began again. It was good that I was hooked up early in sobriety with an aftercare counselor. I kept that sober commitment for more than two years. So on top of meetings and steps, I had someone that I was talking to on a regular basis that helped me integrate into the fellowship and the city at large.
I learned that I did not have to engage in other folks drama. That was a huge relief. The one story I like to tell about early sobriety was this one:
I was situated at my home group and it was the holiday season in year one. I had not had a drink in almost a year. Working my ass off as it went. One of our men invited us to host a meeting in his grand mansion in Westmount. We were about 30 in attendance.
The discussion went around the room, and one of our men, long sober, so we thought, started to share, that he’s been sober since August ’96, and that he had this wall unit with up lights in the ceiling and he enjoyed his drink of cognac that was in a fine crystal bottle that would shine with the up lights behind it.
What … You say you are sober – how long ??? And you Drink ???
WTF is that ???
I started levitating out of my chair, and my voice started to rise, thankfully, several friends of mine kept me from blowing my top at this not so sober member. He has long stopped going to meetings, though I see him every once in a while in Westmount Square.
Some are sicker than others.
We hear why we must continue to go to meetings, work with others, do service and work our steps. We know what the consequences are if we don’t do these things. The treat of a slip is ever present, and watching people with little time and some with lots of time go out is perplexing.
But we don’t ever have to drink again.
It was good to see my friends and share a bit with some of them.
A good night was had by all.
More to come, stay tuned…