Posts Tagged ‘AA meeting’

. It’s my birthday. Today I celebrate three years of sobriety, achieved one day at a time, in the Alcoholics Anonymous program. It feels like a very short time and a very long time all at once. Last night I went to our monthly citywide AA meeting. The speaker was a gentleman who got sober […]


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06Apr10

Despite enduring some “personal turbulence” in recent weeks, I’ve never felt the urge to drink. Well, not really. I’ve had momentary failings in my thinking – nanoseconds where I imagine what it would be like to indulge in a glass of wine or a cool cocktail to calm my wild mind. Thankfully, I am always […]


  It’s what we say about sobriety in the Alcoholics Anonymous program: “You’ve got to give it away to keep it.” Last month, as I was nearing my one-year anniversary of being sober, I was lucky enough to have the opportunity to give away my sobriety. That is, I was able to share my strength, […]


Thunderstorms. Canceled flights. Wildly incorrect flight notifications. Lost luggage. The travel gods were against me last Thursday, as I attempted to fly to Virginia for a reunion and football weekend with my college girlfriends. It began as I sat on the tarmac for three hours at my home airport, while the pilot waited for clearance […]


This afternoon, I’m heading back East to reunite with my college girlfriends for a football weekend. When I mentioned this in my home meeting this week, a friend suggested I attend an AA meeting while in Virginia. I’m embarrassed to say that I hadn’t even considered that. In spite of the fact that football games […]


I’m in a huger than huge funk right now. I’m going through what a friend of mine euphemistically calls “personal turbulence” and I’m feeling pretty pitiful. Irritable. Out of sorts. Resentful. Sad. Lonely. And at times, not very hopeful. I’m getting myself to as many AA meetings as possible. In them, I’ve received lots of […]


Last summer, my current hometown earned this dubious honor. Had we achieved this accolade in 1992, the year I moved here, you can bet your Shiner Bock that I would have bragged, big time, to the gang back in D.C. After all, one of the major selling points that convinced me to move here was […]