I slept a little late today. Anymore on Saturday morning I don't want to post, so I think I will start that later in the day from now on. Unless I wake up and just feel the need. Saturday mornings I do my bookkeeping work at the Lambda Center. There's a lot going on there on Saturdays. Every other Saturday I meet with my wonderful sponsor. We are now going through the stories in the back of the Third Edition of Alcoholics Anonymous, then we discuss them.
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Today's story was The Man Who Mastered Fear. In my lifetime I have had a lot of experience with fear. A lot of that fear was shame based. My father used to shame me to be more like my younger, more athletic brother. That is where it gets tricky, because I have absolutely no memory of that. I only know because my sister, Trailboss, told me he always said to me, "Why can't you be more like your brother." Hearing that from her opened a door of understanding I would not have experienced had I not known that fact. I know where that shame comes from. I can recognize it and turn it over, let it go.
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Sobriety has naturally built in me a confidence never before known to me. I am good enough and know it. Most of the time. The other times my Higher Power guides me back to center fairly quickly. HP is good like that.
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I got a call from KAS that she was at the doughnut shop waiting for her car to be re-tired. So I went and picked her up and we went to Starbucks for a chit, chat and chew. We didn't really chew, but we did the other. She needed to return to work--it's tax season. My friend AP had called earlier and was out running errands with her daughter, so I called her since she would be close by and she came by here and picked me up. We headed out for the farmer's market and she was thrilled with all the fresh produce. We got a lot of stuff for a lot less than K. Roger. She and I had a chit, chat and chew, too. This time I did some chewing, on my Granny Smith apple I had for my afternoon snack. She and I always have the biggest laughs and talk a lot about sobriety and what's going on in our lives. I don't know if I was mistaken for heterosexual today because no one asked me, but we made a cute little family.
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Now it's time to prepare some chicken and vegetables for dinner. I am finally using my George Foreman grill--it makes the most tender grilled chicken ever!!!
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It's a beautiful day here in Texas. The sun is smiling and the world doesn't seem too crazy today.
7 comments:
I liked this format..more personal.
Do whatever you like on Saturday. It's all good.
Everyone probably thought you were a guy who needs to eat, since you're getting so thin and all. OOOO remember "thinner" that was a scary book?
Hey, I do pretty well what I like almost every day. Or maybe I just like what I do--good format--but it's not all good always...well, I live on those words "progress, not perfection". Sometimes.
I don't think ANYONE mistook you for a straight man. Or straight woman, for that matter.
How was KAS going to get her car re-tired at the doughnut shop? Which doughnut shop?
Shipley's. Down the street. On Kirby. In Houston. Near West University.
I'll bet you'd make a cute straight dad.
You'd probably shame your kid if he wasn't all artsy-fartsy, though.
It was nice to be able to call Scott. I called him just to chit and chat on the phone while I was waiting. He offered to pick me up 'nstuff. Had it not been for AA, I probably would have walked to a bar instead of Shipley Donuts and I probably would have driven home drunk -- with the doughnut on my car.
Voila! Sobriety and Scott. Nice combination.
I am grateful for AA and the fruits it has brought me.
dAAve: I did get a doughnut on my car. Bet you didn't know that doughnut shops do put your spare doughnut on your car.
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