A DAY IN THE LIFE OF...AND THOUGHTS ON ADDICTION
This is one of those "regular" days, where I get to rise and ride before the morning traffic wakes up my world rumbling and tooting, and go to some early AA meetings. Then, another meeting in afternoon, and maybe one at night also. Am I addicted? My wife thinks so. What do I think? Wellll (blush!). Come on, Steve--the truth! I was told, while once working the Steps, "If it didn't kill ya to DO it, it ain't gonna kill ya to WRITE it." So.....I'm an alcoholic, and I'm an addict--are they the same? Who knows? Who cares?
It seems as if I'm always trading off one addiction (The condition of being habitually or compulsively occupied with or involved in something) for another. And I suppose, when I get right down to it, each habit is, in its own way, mind-altering, sometimes mind-bending =grin=.
My problem now has become--was it not always?--one of balance. How unique! Me, the first person in history to experience wanting more and more--too much--of something, anything.
Much of my life in Alcoholics Anonymous was spent in working two or three jobs--I remember working hundreds of seven-day weeks, and rather enjoying it...days and nights. A friend of mine uses the screen name "Raging Worker" and ya know, I have been just that for many years. And now, I'm "Raging something", don't know what...yet. Maybe "Raging Retired Guy" or "Raging Unbalanced Meeting Maker". Many years in the work world I dreamed (a LOT!) of one day being retired and going to many, many AA meetings...and a chain of sudden circumstances led me to the "right ones", or so I believe. I'm having REALLY GREAT FUN, doing the meetings, interacting with SO many new people, and with some whom I have known for a long time, but seldom have seen.
Between meetings I get my daily "pure enjoyment time", reading these AA blogs, and commenting--I truly Looove this part of my day. I try (feign?) to spread around stuff I've learned by listening to others in AA...along with a bit of humor, that "glum lot" thing!
Then, just as I must (try to) practice the Twelve Steps each day, or I will slip backwards...I must spend some time every day practicing the violin--or lose it.
For breakfast I ate one banana. That's all. And I remember the days when my breakfast consisted of a tumbler full of vodka, colored with an ounce of o.j., two raw eggs, and two vitamin pills: shake it like crazy all together...ahhh! drink it down. I could face an army those many mornings.
Better not provide my complete daily diet here, or I WOULD generate some comments, with tips on eating habits! (I do enjoy reading--but not devouring--the blog of that girl who lays out some recipes each day, forget who that is.) Well, time to get on my bike (AHHHhhh, wonderful!) and be "on the road again" to my current obsession. Thank You, God...I think!
Stay sober today--I will too!