i met this guy a couple years ago, soon after i got sober. He seemed nice enough, but i secretly mocked his positive outlook when he wasn’t around. See, i have a hard time believing in happy optimists because i suspect they’re either lying to themselves or me.
Anyway, i started seeing more of him. At first it was just in the rooms, then i’d happen bump into him at random places (in the street, for example) and soon we were spending a lot more time together. He kind of grew on me, so i learned to forgive him his outlook on life even if i still found it Pollyanna-ish, naïve, and just plain silly.
After that, though, i started seeing him all the time. Like he’d show up where i work, and even in my apartment! Imagine my shock the first time i woke up and found him in my bed with me!
…that happy, joyous and freaky guy i used to make fun of is me. And now that buoyant boy aspect of me is moving in and taking over. Slowly, surely, and thankfully.
Pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional.
Shared by someone in the rooms tonight.
With wisdom like that abounding, is it any wonder i love going to meetings?
Speaking of meetings, my good friend Riversurfer posted a picture of her AA room over at her Rockdweller’s Blog, which motivated me to take the above shot of my AA room here on Tuesday nights. My coffee service is taking shape on the tiny red table in the background.
Oh yeah, those of you who may have thought i made a typo in the caption to the above photo have probably never been to an AA meeting!